The moment the debate competition pairing was announced, Myra knew she was in trouble.
Not because she wasn't prepared—she thrived in competitions. She loved the thrill of crafting arguments, the precision of logic, the satisfaction of delivering the perfect rebuttal.
The problem was Arjun.
He wasn't the type to take things seriously. He thrived on chaos, on improvisation, on getting under her skin. And worst of all, he enjoyed it.
"I'm just saying," Arjun mused as they walked toward the student council room, "we could make this fun."
Myra shot him a sharp look. "Debating isn't supposed to be fun. It's strategic. It's about research, precision—"
"It's about convincing people," he interrupted smoothly. "And I happen to be very good at that."
She scoffed. "Oh, really?"
Arjun smirked.
