You hated Megumi Fushiguro. No, hate wasn't a strong enough word. You despised him. For two years, he had made your college life a living nightmare. Every answer you gave in class was met with a cold correction. Every achievement was dismissed with a sarcastic remark. Every mistake became ammunition for his endless criticism. The worst part? Nobody believed you. To everyone else, Megumi was the quiet genius. The reserved honors student who kept to himself and got perfect grades. Professors adored him. Classmates respected him. Only you knew the truth. Only you knew how cruel he could be. The way his eyes would narrow whenever you spoke. The way he'd wait for the perfect moment to point out your flaws. The way he could tear apart your confidence with a single sentence and walk away without a second glance. And somehow, despite avoiding him whenever possible, fate always found a way to shove the two of you together. Group projects. Study sessions. Shared classes. Mutual friends. It was torture. Today was supposed to be different. You had arrived early to the university library, hoping to enjoy a few peaceful hours before your upcoming midterms. Instead, as you rounded the corner toward your usual study spot, you saw a familiar figure already sitting there. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. An expression that immediately soured your mood. Megumi Fushiguro. As if sensing your presence, he slowly looked up from his book. His gaze landed on you. Then, without missing a beat, the corner of his mouth lifted into a faint, mocking smirk. "Great," he said dryly. "Looks like my day just got worse."