I love this concept. Also, I'm using Zen as his name, unlike Unknown. I'll be doing this for all of them but Unknown, whose real name is what I'll be using. Note, in the raining part, Zen is a bit out of character. I personally think he's a kind person when nervous, I'm dearly sorry if you don't agree.

ROMANCE COMPETITION

(Y/N) groaned, seeing Zen walk down the hallway towards him. He walked a bit faster, hoping to avoid his army of fangirls. Then again, they'd probably never leave him alone. He was just like Zen, but less annoying.

Well, he thought he was less annoying. Besides, did it really matter. Deep down, all he needed was a good slap to the face. Or punch. A punch to the face could work pretty well.

As he passed by, a few girls pointed at him, stars in their eyes. "Zen~, that boy is almost attractive as you." It was a dagger to the heart, but still felt nice knowing he was attractive.

Zen looked irritated, but hid it with a kind smile. "Is that so?"

The girls squealed, squeezing onto him harder. Yup, he definitely wanted to smack the shit out of the dude. He kept walking, hoping no one would notice him. Wishful thinking.

Around a corner, a brown haired girl with yellow eyes jumper out. She bowed, holding out a box of chocolate and a letter. Her face was flushed, but signaled for (Y/N) to grab it.

He smiled, grabbing the card and the box. She quickly ran off, giving him little to no time to even respond. (Y/N) sighed, knowing he had to reject another girl. It was fun watching, but he hated having to do it to someone who wasn't a rude ass whore. If only he could break Zen's heart.

His eyes lit up, thinking of the perfect plan against Zen. (Y/N) walked back, but then started running towards Zen. His smile wasn't leaving his face, as if it was a tattoo.

"Zen! I need to borrow you!" He shouted, grabbing him by the ponytail.

"Huh, (Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing?" He shouted, kicking like a child. But, not to his surprise, Zen kept feeling his ponytail being tugged by his greatest rival. He groaned loudly, before accepting what was happening.

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Zen pouted, seeing (Y/N) awkwardly sitting next to him. "So spit it out. Why did you ruin my perfect hair for your silly plan." He rolled his eyes.

"I want to do a competition. Since your an annoying brat, I was wanting to prove a point." He smirked, looking at (Y/N).

"And how would this work?" Zen asked, thinking as if he was going to win. Like that would ever happen.

"I want you to flirt with me, or use any other tactics, and I do the same. The first to fall in love with the other wins." He said, acting as if he had done something trophy-worthy.

"Why are we reenacting every single rom-com where two rivals fall in love?" Zen chuckled.

"To put it lightly, I got no idea. I just want to see your heart broken." He laughed, opening his laptop.

"Fine, any ground rules? Like, no-go's or things we have to do?" Zen asked, probably planning to break them.

(Y/N) opened a blank page, and started to type, "Well, you can't seduce each other with lingerie or any sexual gifts. Dildos are forbidden, since you just would suck my dick. Grinding, tongue fucking, palming, waist-band playing, are fine, but there's a limit I'll say later."

"Not true! And also, stupid rule, that isn't fair!" He complained.

"Imagine this, you're at my house in lingerie, and my mother walks in-"

"Keep the rule. What else?" Zen's face was red, but pointed to the laptop.

(Y/N) chuckled, "You can't tell anyone. If they find out, then someone will get jealous." Zen nodded. "No gifts over two-hundred dollars. I'm not looking for a gift competition." Zen scowled, but nodded.

"You may grind, or anything sexual I said was fine, in private or with those who don't care. I'm not in the mood to be deemed the gay rivals." (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"I think we already are."

"What?"

"I'll just tell you that

"Okay? Anyways, you have to flirt with other people still." (Y/N) mentioned, to Zen being taken aback.

"What? I wanted to spend all my flirting on you~." Zen giggled, seeing (Y/N)'s face turn a small shade of pink.

"The game hasn't started yet, idiot!" He hit the white-haired male on the shoulder, glaring at him. Zen rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face. "And finally, if you fall in love, you have to hide it. If someone finds out you have a crush on them, then you lose."

"And what happens if you lose?" Zen asked.

"That's what I'm getting to. We need something to bet on. What do you want? It can be anything." (Y/N) said, typing quickly.

"Uh, anything?" Zen asked to confirm. He nodded. "Alright, I want you to be my boyfriend."

(Y/N)'s face turned beat red, "Wait, but why?"

"Well, it's obvious. If I have feelings for you, it's obvious I'd want to date you." Zen pointed out.

"But that isn't how it works." He murmured. Zen looked confused.

"If you lose, you don't get a reward. If you win, you get a reward." (Y/N) said.

"Oh. Well, I still say you being my boyfriend. I'll tell you at the end of this game." Zen giggled, looking at (Y/N) with a smile. "And how about you?"

"I want you to strip naked and run across the school, proposing to anyone you see." (Y/N) typed away, seeing Zen's hesitant face.

"Hm~, do you want to see my dick or something?" Zen lazily laid his face on his hand.

"Fuck off. Finally, I need your digital signature." (Y/N) flipped his computer around, handing him a pure black pen. "Write on the screen, it's a computer one."

Quickly, Zen signed and all the problems started.

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If I were to give the entire summary, we'd be here all day. Zen and (Y/N) constantly flirted, (Y/N) being more private about his flirtation, and Zen finding all means of contacts of the boy. Sadly, (Y/N) wasn't really into that. He preferred getting an emotional bond.

Zen, on the other hand, was having to practice pick-up lines every single day. He was horrible at catching people with feelings, but he was aware
(Y/N) wasn't even close to falling in love. He was still trying to find out what (besides memes) (Y/N) was into.

That was, until one of the rainiest days of the year, March 21st.

It was about 4:00 p.m., and (Y/N) was stuck at school. His mom and dad were at work, and would be until 7:00 p.m.. His phone was alive, but the connection was horrible. He had already given his own umbrella to a teenage girl, and the extra umbrellas had runout.

(Y/N) heard footsteps, and saw a certain white haired male. "(Y/N), is that you?" He asked, walking over with his umbrella.

"Shut up." (Y/N) grumbled into his legs, shaking from the cold.

Zen had a soft smile on his face, before stepping under the overhead at the front of the school. He closed his umbrella, setting it down next to him. Then, he removed his jacket, only having a black long sleeve shirt.

"Hey, here, put this on. Don't take this as a flirting method, I don't want to lose my competition to some illness." (Y/N) smiled into his knees at this. "I'm not blind (Y/N), I know your smiling." Zen nudged him, wrapping the coat around him.

"Fine, maybe I am. Would you mind if I sleep, I've had a long day?" (Y/N) murmured, glancing up from his legs. Zen nodded, laying the boy's head in his lap. If (Y/N) had seen Zen's face as he slowly fell asleep, he probably would've won right there and then.

"Hey, (Y/N), do you have feelings for me?" Zen asked, watching the tired boy's face. The thing was, he already was asleep. The white-haired boy pouted, but played with his hair until the rain went out.

The thing was, (Y/N) was awake. He just had no idea how to respond. He couldn't lose, no matter what would happen. (Y/N) should've bet on being boyfriends as well.

Around a few hours later, Zen heard a lightning strike. He was bothered, but then realized... "(Y/N), are you okay?"

"Oh... Oh sorry, don't worry about it." (Y/N) mumbled, trying to calm his trembling. Turns out, this just made it worse, and Zen was starting to worry.

"(Y/N)," Zen ran his hands up and down the boy's body, "Are you alright? Is the lightning scaring you or?"

"Sorry, it's nothing." (Y/N) mumbled, but at this point, Zen was starting to get annoyed.

He grabbed (Y/N)'s ass, grabbing his attention quickly. "Sorry, but no. Get your pretty fucking ass up and hug me. I don't care if it's gay, you look like a mess."

(Y/N) felt a smile on his face, but didn't answer this time. "Don't make me make this gayer than it already is you idiot. Now get up." Zen chuckled.

Finally, he listened, setting himself in the other's lap. He laid his head on his shoulder, hugging him as if they were a gay couple. Zen already noticed, but was already comfortable with it.

"Hey, (Y/N), you're really fragile. Kind of frail too." Zen murmured, running his hands around the boy's body. (Y/N) was blushing heavily, but Zen was unable to see because of the jacket he had given to the other.

"Is that bad?"

"No, I just never noticed. You have a bit of muscle on your arms." Zen noticed, not stopping his hands. "Ah, sorry."

"Oh, no, I don't mind as long as it takes-" A large boom of lighting and a whimper from (Y/N). Zen squeezed tighter. "Zen, may I ask you a question?"

"Mhm..." Zen lazily muttered, probably more focused on his body then his words.

"Shit, this gay... Uh, can you tell I'm a good person?" He asked, hiding his face deeper in the other's nape.

"Wow, you really are a princess. What's your reason?" He asked.

"I... I told you I had a long day, correct?" (Y/N) grabbing onto Zen's ponytail. Zen nodded, ignoring him playing with it. "After the challenge started, people of both genders have been flirting with me, and normally I wouldn't care. The thing was, I've been deemed a whore."

"Wait, then why-"

"You haven't been nagged because your father is the principal and if he found out, they would get shot." (Y/N) muttered.

"Oh. Oh shit, is that why you've been hanging out with mostly females as of late?" Zen inquired.

"You noticed it?"

"It's pretty obvious." Zen pressed his hand against his thighs. "Jesus Christ, people were telling the truth."

"What?"

"Your thighs. For some reason, people talked about it a lot, and I never believed them until now. I see why a bunch of girls have a crush on you." Zen chuckled, feeling his legs more. He was fully aware why his neck was hot.

"Zen..."

"Is something wrong Princess?" Zen asked, making as if you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You win." He said.

"Wait, what?" Zen was a bit taken aback, making sure (Y/N) looked at him.

"I developed feelings for you a month ago. It was after you stood up for me..." He murmured, breathe heavy.

"I..." Zen didn't remember that, but his eyes lit up, "So I win?"

(Y/N) face planted into Zen's neck, mumbling something with a bright red face. Zen had a dumb-love-sick smile on his face.

"Oh my god, you actually like me!" Zen sounded like his voice was going to crack.

"Why are you so happy?" (Y/N) asked, picking up His face from his neck.

"You idiot! How the hell can't- wait, you are an idiot when it comes to flirtation. Let me ask you something, why do you think I wanted you to be my boyfriend as a reward?" Zen grinned.

"I just think your kind of weird." (Y/N) laughed.

"Why do you think I was touching your thighs intensely?"

"I-"

"Why do you think I consented to the game after mentioning it songs like a rom-com?"

"Wh-"

"Why do you think I wanted to wear lingerie for you?"

"H-"

"Wh-"

"Shut up... I understand, okay? I'll be your boyfriend as long as you don't fondle my and squeeze by thighs in public." Zen scowled.

"Oh, shit, we need you get you home." Zen chuckled, picking up (Y/N) like a monkey.

"Hey, put me down!" He giggled, pulling on Zen's ponytail.

Then the two realized that they had no idea where the umbrella went. And that's a story for another time.