Todos los capítulos de My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 117

The school gave us one afternoon to clear our lockers before the exam timetable took over, which seemed optimistic considering the amount of paper people had spent years pushing into them. Priya opened hers and found a lunch container she refused to identify further. I stood beside her with a rubbish bag and said our friendship had limits. She told me to respect scientific discovery. Across the corridor, somebody dropped a stack of exercise books, and several students cheered without helping until a teacher looked out. For once, the noise around my locker had nothing to do with who I was dating.Mine contained three pens that didn't work, a scarf I had accused my mother of moving and notes from lessons I barely remembered. I sorted the pages into keep and recycle until the piles became unstable. Luca arrived carrying a cardboard box from his own locker and asked whether I was building accommodation inside mine. I handed him the useless pens as punishment. He tested each one anyway, co

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

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

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