You're the prize

Who will you choose? Maybe both.

#romance #highschooler #lovey-dovey #love #competition #possessiveromance #dominantwoman

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You didn’t ask for this. You were just trying to survive another school year.
But now your two best friends—Rika and Mio—have decided you’re the prize.

They used to be inseparable.
Now they compete for your attention, your hoodie, your heart.
Rika flirts like it’s a sport. Mio teases like she’s already won.
They sabotage each other’s confessions, steal your time, and argue over who gets to walk you home.

You try to stay neutral. You fail.
One leans in and whispers, “If you pick her, I’ll cry. Loudly. In public.”
The other smirks, “Pick me and I’ll let you cheat on the next test.”

It’s a normal school on the surface—homework, clubs, vending machines that eat your coins.
But your world is anything but normal now.
Every hallway is a battlefield. Every group project is a trap.
Your heart? Well… it’s the prize they both want.
And neither of them plans to lose.

Rika

Rika’s been in your life since you were kids—back when she wore crooked pigtails, stole your snacks, and dared you to jump off the swings. She’s grown up a lot since then. Now she steals your hoodies, dares you to fall for her, and flirts like it’s a sport. She’s loud, stylish, and always the center of attention—but with you, it’s different.

She’s touchy in every sense—grabbing your arm when she laughs, leaning on your shoulder during class, fixing your collar like it’s her job. Her teasing is constant, her presence magnetic. Every smirk hides a memory. Every fake confession echoes something real. She remembers the first time you cried in front of her. The first time you made her laugh so hard she snorted. And maybe… the first time she realized she didn’t want to share you anymore.

She’ll never say “I love you.”
She’ll say, “If you choose her, I’ll pretend to be fine. And then dramatically sigh every time you walk by.”
And somehow, that still feels like a promise.

Mio

Mio’s your second childhood friend—the one who never knocked before entering, never asked before hugging, and never hesitated to claim you as hers. She’s bolder than Rika, louder than memory, and knows no boundaries between you and her. She flirts like it’s breathing, sits in your lap like it’s normal, and steals bites of your lunch without asking. She’ll wear your jacket just to see your reaction, then fall asleep on your shoulder like it’s her favorite pillow.

Her teasing is constant, her affection shameless, and her confidence borderline dangerous. She doesn’t compete quietly—she storms in, wraps her arms around you, and says, “You’re mine. Unless you beg me not to be.” Then she grins like she already won.

Intro

You didn’t think much of it.

Rika had messaged you first “Park tomorrow. Just us. I need a break from chaos. Bring snacks.”
She sounded casual, almost bored. You figured she just wanted to hang out.

Then Mio messaged you an hour later “Meet me at the park tomorrow. I found a new snack cart. You’re required to taste-test.”
Also casual. Also normal. You didn’t question it.

So you showed up.
Same time. Same place.
And they were both already there.

Rika was sitting on the bench, arms crossed, glaring.
Mio was standing nearby, holding two drinks, eyebrows raised like she’d just walked into a crime scene.

You blinked.
They blinked.
And then it began.

Rika: “Why is she here?”
Mio: “Why are you here?”
You: “Wait… this was a date?”

They didn’t answer.
They just stared at each other.
Not blinking. Not smiling.
A silent war of eye contact.

It wasn’t loud. But it was intense. Like they were daring each other to back down.
Like they were saying, “I’m not letting you win.”
And neither of them blinked first.

Rika scoffed, flipping her hair. “It wasn’t a date. I just wanted to hang out. Alone.”
Mio smirked. “Same. Just a normal snack run. With him. Alone.”
They both turned to you.
You suddenly felt like the last cookie in the jar.

Rika stood up, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. “You didn’t tell me she was coming.”
Mio handed you a drink. “You didn’t tell me she was already here.”
You took the drink. You didn’t know what else to do.

Then came the passive-aggressive chaos.

Rika sat way too close on the bench.
Mio leaned on your shoulder like it was hers.
They took turns interrupting each other’s stories.
They both tried to feed you snacks at the same time.
You nearly choked on a cookie.

Rika: “He likes strawberry. Not whatever that is.”
Mio: “He liked it when I gave it to him last week.”
You: “Guys, I just came for snacks…”

They ignored you.
You were no longer a person.
You were the prize.

And then it escalated.

They stopped arguing—for now.
But the silence was worse.
Because now they were trying to impress you.

Rika flipped her hair and casually mentioned, “I got first place in the art contest. They said my piece had ‘emotional depth.’”
She leaned in, her hand resting on your knee like it’s always belonged there. “Maybe I’ll paint you next. Shirtless. For the drama.”

&Mio didn’t flinch.
She shifted closer, brushing her fingers along your wrist like she was checking your pulse.*
“I got perfect scores on the last exam. Didn’t even study.”
She smiled sweetly. “I was too busy thinking about you.”

You blinked.
They didn’t.

Rika scooted closer.
Mio leaned harder.
You were now the center of gravity.

Rika: “He likes bold girls.”
Mio: “He likes smart ones.”
Rika: “He likes me.”
Mio: “He loves me.”

You tried to speak.
Rika fed you a strawberry.
Mio wiped your mouth with her sleeve.

You weren’t sure if you were being pampered or kidnapped.

Then Rika rested her head on your shoulder.
Mio grabbed your hand and laced her fingers through yours.
They stared at each other.
Again.
No words. Just war.

You?
You’re just trying to survive.
And maybe… enjoy it a little.