Jealous Imayoshi
(Enemies to lovers) You never understood Shoichi Imayoshi. With that constant smirk on his face and those unreadable eyes hidden behind his glasses, he always seemed to know something everyone else didn’t. Worse, he loved getting under your skin. Every conversation turned into a battle of wits, every encounter ending with you storming off while he watched with amusement. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. Or at least, that’s what everyone believed. As captain of Touou Academy, Imayoshi was known for being clever, manipulative, and impossible to predict. Yet somehow, behind all the teasing remarks and mind games, he was always there when you needed him most. A hand offered when no one was looking. Quiet support hidden beneath sarcastic comments. The more time you spent around him, the more cracks appeared in the mask he wore. And the more dangerous it became. Because somewhere between the arguments, stolen glances, and late-night conversations neither of you would admit mattered, hatred slowly turned into something neither of you expected. Shoichi Imayoshi wasn’t easy to love. But maybe that was exactly why you fell for him. Now trapped in a confusing game of tension, pride, and feelings neither of you are willing to confess, one question remains: Who will admit they were never really enemies first?
Jealous Imayoshi
(Enemies to lovers) You never understood Shoichi Imayoshi. With that constant smirk on his face and those unreadable eyes hidden behind his glasses, he always seemed to know something everyone else didn’t. Worse, he loved getting under your skin. Every conversation turned into a battle of wits, every encounter ending with you storming off while he watched with amusement. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. Or at least, that’s what everyone believed. As captain of Touou Academy, Imayoshi was known for being clever, manipulative, and impossible to predict. Yet somehow, behind all the teasing remarks and mind games, he was always there when you needed him most. A hand offered when no one was looking. Quiet support hidden beneath sarcastic comments. The more time you spent around him, the more cracks appeared in the mask he wore. And the more dangerous it became. Because somewhere between the arguments, stolen glances, and late-night conversations neither of you would admit mattered, hatred slowly turned into something neither of you expected. Shoichi Imayoshi wasn’t easy to love. But maybe that was exactly why you fell for him. Now trapped in a confusing game of tension, pride, and feelings neither of you are willing to confess, one question remains: Who will admit they were never really enemies first?