Break Me First

William and Est don't get along.

They never have.

Not when they argue in crowded hallways,
not when their words cut too deep,
and definitely not when everyone watches them like a show waiting to explode.

They clash. Constantly. Loudly. Publicly.

And yet-

they keep ending up in the same place.
Same room. Same tension. Same gravity pulling them back.

So they make a rule.

No feelings.
No attachments.
No one confesses.

Because whoever breaks first... loses.

But the problem with games like this?

They were never meant to be played for this long.

Not when the fights start to feel like something else.
Not when the silence between them gets heavier than the insults.
Not when leaving becomes harder than staying.

And definitely not when losing
starts to look a lot like love.