Sharp clinking of swords can be heard as you fought  against your opponent in fencing class. It annoyed you how he was able to correctly and successfully deflect your hit, making them look like amateur moves. 

The harder you hit, the more he deflects your moves. 

"Come on you two, hit harder," your fencing teacher shouted out. 

You continued to advance towards him with all of your might but soon collapsed due to exhaustion. Your sword hanging loosely by your side as you plopped hard onto the floor. Your fencing teacher, seeing that you were unable to continue, swiftly ended the schedule for the day. As your opponent removes his helmet, you glared at his handsome yet hateful face.

Kaedehara Kazuha. 

Your enemy. The only obstacle standing in between you and your goal of attaining the highest student award. No matter where you go, you couldn't escape his presence. Your clan and his clan were close acquaintances so you guys were always seeing each other, if not at party dinners then at your parents so-called play dates. You two have been attending the same school every since you started walking. 

You found everything about him hateful. His gorgeous silver hair with that one slip of red. His crimson red eyes, staring at you whenever you fail. You hated how he always top you in everything. 

You couldn't forget how earlier when you checked the student newspapers board for the test rankings, his name was always seemingly on top of yours. 

His voice brought you back down to Earth. 

"Look. If you're going to stare that hard, please make it less obvious that you like my face."

Kazuha flicked your chin jokingly.

You scowled.

"I wasn't admiring your damn face."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

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*Next day at school*

You barely slept the night before. You were too busy finish up your homework and cursing at his face to fall asleep. Now you were paying the price for it, you walked into school like a zombie. 

Entering your classroom, you can hear the voice of the last person you would want to see first thing in the morning. 

Kazuha. Sitting in the back of the classroom, joking with some of his lame friends. You couldn't understand why such a guy like him became the crush of so many girls in the school. Girls would flock to your class door, every time offering some sort of worshipping gift for him. Heck, they better get their eyes check out soon. 

Soon, the class was filled with students, ready for the first period of the day. Your favourite teacher walked into the classroom, preparing to teach Maths. 

It went smoothly except the fact that every time the teacher asked the class, it would always be you against Kazuha to raise your hands. You kept count of the times he would put up his hands and made sure to always keep ahead. The teacher asked another time and luckily this time you were able to raise your hand quicker than him, earning a nod from the teacher. 

"What's your answer, Y/N?"

"That would be 546.5, miss."

You answered nicely, expecting to sit back down. 

"Excuse me, but the answer is 545.5 not 546.5."

You whipped your head back to see Kazuha, hand raised, laying back on his backrest. Before the teacher could respond, you fired back. 

"How would that be the answer, idiot? It's clearly 546.5."

Kazuha simply turned his head to you. 

"I should be asking you that. Your answer is clearly off."

The entire class stayed silent as the tension continues to grow. 

"See that?" you pointed on the board, "my answer would be better matched."

"Hmph, i wonder who's more trustworthy? The number one student in school or the second?"

This sent you over the edge and it exploded into a whole argument between you two. The teacher tried to settle the matter but you and Kazuha was too engrossed to notice the teacher at all. Annoyed at the behavior of you two, the teacher shouted.

"Mr Kaedehara Kazuha, Ms Y/N L/N. Off to the principle's office. NOW."

Kazuha stood up and you two walked towards the Principle's office in silence. Once you guys made it to the door, you two looked at each other. Kazuha was the first to answer.

"I'm not going to be the one knocking. I did it last time already."

"Are your memories that impaired? I was the one who knocked last time."

This once again exploded into another round of bickering until someone cleared their throat from inside the office.

"No need to knock, just get in quickly you two."

Sitting down on adjacent chairs, neither of you could face the head teacher. Principle Nahida glared at you two. 

"So? How many time is it this month? The 7th? No, that was last month. Anyway i can not excuse such behavior any longer. You two are disrupting your fellow classmates' studies. So I have no choice but to suspend you two."

Both of you stared at the Head teacher in shock. You couldn't afford to be suspended. It would ruin your golden records. 

Not caring about how you look, you and Kazuha kneeled onto the ground, hands placed in a pleading motion. 

"Please, Ms Nahida, I will do anything to not get suspended."

You and Kazuha pleaded in union.

Looking at your guilty faces, the head teacher reconsidered. 

"You will do anything?"

"Yes!"

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"Stop mopping that one dang corner of the gym, you've been there for 15 minutes!"

You shouted at Kazuha.

"What about you, huh? That piece of cloth has never seen a dryer day in its life!"

You groaned. At an attempt at redemption from the head teacher, you two were ordered to clean the school for the next month. Every. Fucking. Day. As much as you hate to see his face, you accepted the deal, similar to Kazuha.

Now you were stuck cleaning the dirty gym with him. 

"Whatever, help me go grab the dang bucket from the janitor's closet!"

Just as you were grabbing cleaning supplies, the door slammed shut.

"This ain't funny. Open the door now. You know the door can't be opened from the inside!"

Silence.

"I would open the door if i could."

The voice was oddly near. You turned around, just to see Kazuha staring back at you.

You facepalmed. Of course, he would follow you in instead of waiting outside, what were you expecting?

Great. No one would go help them now until the night janitor come. Which would be exactly 3 hours from now...

You two decided to sit on opposite ends of the closet. Spending the first hour in silence Kazuha decided to initiate a conversation. 

"So...How's fencing? You're improving a lot. You even abandoned your usual technique for a much more complex one."

You stopped. How did he notice such small details? Even your teacher stayed silent about that. 

"You noticed? Kind of a creep don't you think?"

Kazuha sighed.

"If you think that's the only thing i noticed then no, you're wrong."

He continued to list out all of the small details about you. Some of them you proudly admitted, some you protested. 

You two were too focused to realise that the janitor had opened the door. 

"Eh-hm, you two don't need to hide in my cleaning closet for your little rendezvous."

Blushing at the misunderstanding, you two ran past the man, protesting quietly.

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For the next month, you two continued to tolerate each other, cleaning different parts of the school. These shifts soon turn into something you look forward to at the end of each school day.

Walking towards the library, you heard two voices from another corridor. It was Kazuha? With a girl? 

You peeked a look. Seems like the girl is about to confess. Kazuha on the other hand looked bored.

You smirked, things are about to get interesting. Whipping out your phone, you thought.

Who knows? Maybe you would use this footage to show to him later?

Pressed record, you waited for the girl to start speaking. 

"Ah...Kazuha...." the girl muttered, "I have something to tell you."

Kazuha stared.

"You were so nice to me, helping me out with the school project. You are very good-looking and kind-"

The girl continued to list.

Tsk. At this point, you might as well have a video of a random girl praising him.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, Kazuha spoke up.

"Look. First of all, i helped you with that project because it was a group project and i was unfortunately the leader. Second, yes i know my best qualities. And Third? No i don't like you. I already have someone in mind."

"Who is she? I can be way better than her."

Kazuha glared.

"Hmm...no you can't. And oh? Who is she? Maybe ask the smartest student in the class to answer that."

"What....? No way..."

You stared in interest. He has someone in mind? 

You began to wonder his clue. Who the heck is she? 

Suddenly a blush crept up your face. No way. 

The girl, unable to say a word, ran away. You also put your phone away, ready to flee. 

"I know you're there. Come out Y/N."

Caught red-handed.

You nervously stepped out and looked down unable to look at his face.

Kazuha stepped closer to you. So close that you could feel his body heat. 

He gave you a light peck on the lips before quickly moving away. 

"What...what..."

You struggled to comprehend his actions.

"Think of it however you want."

Kazuha paced away, face as red as his eyes.

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For the next few days you tried to evaluate his actions but all came to the same conclusion. 

You blushed at the slight possibility.

We were supposed to hate each other, at least that's what you think your relationship is supposed to be. 

I'll talk to him at school tomorrow.

You stood impatiently, leaning against the back school gate. Glancing at your phone every few minutes, you texted him to meet you there.

Soon, the doors clicked and out came Kazuha.

"What is it?"

You cleared your throat.

"I thought you hated me."

Kazuha confusingly looked at you then it dawned on him.

"Well, truthfully, i never hated you. It's really just one sided."

Embarrassing.

"Then why were you trying to start a fight with me every time we meet?"

"It's not like i want to fight every time we meet, it's just that you're usually so reserved at school. That's the side of you that happens only with me and i liked it."

You decided to hit the nail on the head.

"Why did you kiss me yesterday?"

Kazuha blushed heavily.

"Well for that....I liked you since we first met. Your personality..."

You remembered the first time you two met. You kicked his shin.

You smirked.

"Didn't know you were the type to like pain. A bit sadistic..."

"I didn't know too."

Kazuha spoke up.

"What would you do if someone happen to confess their heartfelt feelings for you right now?"

You shrugged jokingly.

"I'll probably reject them."

"A bit rude huh?"

You laughed.

"Depends. I might just say yes if a certain boy with silver hair confessed."

Kazuha took it as his chance. 

"Well then, Ms Y/N L/N, i like you for a long time now. Would you please save me the embarrassment and agree to be my girlfriend?" 

"Why yes, Mr Kaedehara Kazuha."

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It has been years since that day. You guys still bicker with each other but with a little more heated tension. Today was the day of the final examination.

You stood next to your ex-enemy.

"How about we make a bet? Just to make it more interesting for the winner?"

Kazuha raised his eyebrow.

"And what would the prize be, hmm...?"

"Anything of your choosing."

He rubbed his chin, thinking hard then smirked. You raised your own eyebrow.

"Got something in your mind?"

"Hmm....got a few things I've been dreaming of doing..."

You brought out your right hand, initiating a handshake.

"Then may the best win, Mr Kaedehara Kazuha."

With a chuckle, he returned the handshake.

"Wishing you the best luck, Ms Y/N L/N."