Pit babe One-shot

Chapter 1: Rivalries, Tension, and Flirting Games

It was a typical Monday morning on the sprawling campus of Archway University. The sun bathed the lush green lawns in a soft golden hue, students bustling about, clutching coffee cups or rushing to their next classes. Among the lively crowd, whispers circulated about a long-standing rivalry that always managed to capture attention.

"Krit and Vel... another showdown," someone muttered as they passed the football field.

At one end of the field, Krit Kitkaruwannakul stood tall, his expression confident and unwavering. Captain of the university’s management football team, Krit embodied the cool, self-assured charm that made him the golden boy of his department. With his broad shoulders and defined muscles, Krit’s every movement seemed calculated, exuding strength and charisma. His presence drew attention wherever he went, but today, his focus was solely on one person.

That person was Vel Naret.

Vel, captain of the finance department's rival football team, was everything Krit wasn’t—at least on the surface. Where Krit was rough and commanding, Vel was delicate and strikingly beautiful. His sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes had earned him admiration from all corners of the university. With his lean build and graceful movements, Vel was the picture of elegance, yet he never let anyone forget just how formidable he was on the field—and in the classroom.

The two had been rivals for as long as anyone could remember, but their rivalry went far beyond football. It extended to academics, extracurriculars, and—if Krit had his way—something much more personal.

Today, however, Vel stood across from Krit on the football field, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. "So, Krit," Vel began, his voice smooth but edged with sarcasm. "You ready to finally admit defeat, or should I give you another lesson?"

Krit chuckled, stepping closer with that easy swagger that drove Vel crazy. "Admit defeat? Naret, I’m not in the habit of losing, and I certainly don’t plan to start today."

Vel’s eyes narrowed, but his smirk remained. "We both know how this is going to end."

"Yeah," Krit teased, his voice dropping to a playful whisper, "with you finally confessing how much you enjoy this."

Vel’s brow twitched in irritation, but he wouldn’t let Krit get under his skin, not today. "Cute," he replied dryly, turning his gaze toward the crowd of students gathering to watch the practice match. "But if I wanted entertainment, I’d watch a real game."

"Now that’s just cold," Krit said, his grin widening. "You’re not giving me any credit at all, huh? Maybe you’re just scared to admit you actually like having me around."

Vel rolled his eyes, brushing off the comment with practiced ease. Krit always did this—blurring the lines between rivalry and flirtation, making it impossible to know when he was serious and when he was just trying to get a rise out of Vel.

"Trust me, Kitkaruwannakul, the only thing I like about you is that you make winning even sweeter."

Krit’s laughter rang out, warm and easy. "Keep telling yourself that, Vel. One day, you’ll see the light."

Vel scoffed but said nothing as their respective teams began warming up. The tension between them was palpable, but it wasn’t the kind of tension that people thought. Sure, they were rivals, but anyone with eyes could see the sparks flying every time they interacted. Whether Vel wanted to admit it or not, there was something more to their rivalry—a game of push and pull that neither seemed willing to end.

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Later That Day: Psychology Class

By the time the afternoon rolled around, Krit and Vel found themselves in their shared psychology class, a common core subject that all students, regardless of department, had to take. The classroom was buzzing with chatter as students filed in, but the second Krit spotted Vel, he made a beeline for the empty seat next to him.