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2026-09-08 15:31:18
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My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival My Biggest Rival
By the end of my first university year, Luca had learned which station exit I would choose even when the signs suggested another one was more efficient. He waited beside the steps with two drinks, one of them still warm because he had finally learned to check the bus's arrival before buying it. I took mine and accused him of becoming suspiciously competent. He kissed me before answering, then took the heavier bag after asking whether it contained books again. It did. Some habits survived distance, better planning and repeated evidence that I owned more paper than any reasonable person needed.I had completed the fellowship year and met the progression requirements for my degree. The research placement had ended with a presentation I was proud of and several questions I still wanted to investigate. Support for the following year had been confirmed through an academic award and the funding arrangements I had applied for during the winter. I also had a small campus job lined up, with hou
My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival The Future We Didn't Rehearse
Coming home for the winter break was stranger than arriving at university had been. I knew where the cups were, which stair creaked and how to make the front door latch without lifting it too sharply. I still opened the wrong drawer for a spoon because the residence kitchen had taught my hands another arrangement. My mother watched me hesitate and said she hadn't moved anything simply to test my loyalty. I laughed, then hugged her again because the first hug at the station hadn't seemed sufficient once we reached the house. My bag remained by the door while she put food on the table.Luca arrived after his shift, wearing the coat I had missed and carrying a bag of groceries his mother had asked him to deliver. Our parents continued exchanging food with an efficiency we had never achieved in our own travel arrangements. He set the bag down before kissing me, which my mother appreciated loudly. I told him he smelt faintly of the clinic's hand soap. He said romance had become very specif
My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival A Weekend of Our Own
Luca's bus was twenty minutes late, giving me enough time to inspect every arriving vehicle and become irritated with a timetable that had never promised to control traffic. I stood beneath the station sign with a coffee I had bought for him before remembering that late buses made early drinks a poor investment. When he finally stepped down, he looked around with his bag on one shoulder and found me before I waved. The smile on his face made the waiting disappear for approximately three seconds. Then he reached me, took the cold coffee and said I had clearly spared no expense on freshness.I hugged him before answering. He held me close enough that the strap of his bag pressed against my arm, then moved it aside without letting go completely. Seeing him on a screen hadn't prepared me for the ordinary physical fact of him being there: his coat beneath my hands, his laugh near my ear, the warmth of his cheek when he kissed me. I had imagined saying something memorable at the station. In
My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival The First Missed Call
Three weeks into university, I missed Luca's call because I was in a room where phones had to remain in our bags and the session ran forty minutes late. That explanation was clear to me. It was less clear to him, waiting after a shift with a meal going cold because we had agreed to talk before he ate. By the time I checked the screen, he had sent a message saying he needed to go out and would speak later. I read the words while hurrying across campus and heard disappointment before I considered how much of it I was adding.I replied with an apology and the explanation, then asked whether he was annoyed. He didn't answer immediately. I knew he had said he was going out, yet I checked twice before reaching the residence. Nessa held the door while I struggled with my bag and asked whether I wanted to join a few people making dinner. I said maybe, which usually meant I wanted somebody to keep the invitation open while I decided whether I was allowed to have an evening. She told me they we
My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival Two States Away
The suitcase closed only after I removed two books and admitted that paper was heavier than optimism. My mother sat on the edge to help while I pulled the zip, then warned me that opening it again before departure would be a personal insult. Luca stood in the doorway holding the books I had surrendered. He asked whether I expected the university to have a library. I told him the question was unhelpful and handed him the folder that absolutely had to remain in my smaller bag. He took it without argument, recognising the difference between packing excess and genuine panic.The last weeks had gone quickly once every afternoon acquired an ending. Priya's placement kept her busy, Luca's shifts settled into a routine, and I spent more time filling forms than imagining a dramatic departure. Now the bus was booked, the room allocated and my mother is coming with me for the journey and the first night nearby. Luca had work and an induction session of his own. We had agreed he would come to the
My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival Graduation Day
My mother pinned the loose edge of my gown while telling me to stand still, a request that had been part of every important morning since childhood. The fabric refused to sit properly over my shoulders. I said nobody would notice, and she gave me the look reserved for claims made by people who weren't holding the pin. On the table behind us, the confirmation of my final results lay beside the fellowship letter. I had met the conditions. After weeks of exams, checking dates and waiting for the last administrative message, the place was confirmed rather than something I could still lose by misreading a question.Luca had met his entry conditions too. He told me the day before, first through a message and then in person because he wanted to celebrate somewhere other than a screen. His academic place and bursary were now proceeding on the confirmed basis set out in the letters. The clinic shifts had started, and he already had opinions about people who arrived late and insisted the appoin
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