When the Child Meets the Stoic ~ Megumi Fushiguro

She clenched her fists, her anger boiling over. "I hate him... I hate him..." she repeated, the words a bitter taste in her mouth. He was the epitome of cool, but to her, he was a constant reminder of her own inadequacies. His effortless charm felt like a personal attack, a deliberate attempt to upstage her.

This rivalry had been simmering since childhood, a burning fire that refused to be extinguished. She had always felt like she was living in his shadow, struggling to reclaim the spotlight that he seemed to monopolize with ease.

She was only 9 years old when this feeling of resentment first took hold. But what he didn't know was that he was her rival, a title she had bestowed upon him herself. No matter how hard she tried, she always seemed to fall short, her best efforts ending in failure and frustration.

#Slowburn
#Rivals to lovers