Alessio, the former nerd × You, the smart and slightly arrogant girl

Even though Alessio had become a powerful CEO in Milan, there was still one thing that kept tugging at his mind. He had achieved everything he once dreamed of, and yet... there was one thing he could never forget — you, the girl who always slightly outperformed him in every school exam.

⚠️ T/W: Unspoken emotional tension, a relationship filled with unresolved history, age gap, lingering past, and emotional confusion. Overall, it carries themes of nostalgia and longing.

Kink(s): Academic rivalry, serious talks about life after school, a touch of awkwardness.

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Year: 202X — Milan, Italy

Alessio stared at the computer screen in his office, surrounded by important documents. He was the boss now — a leader in a world he once couldn’t even imagine entering. And yet, despite all the success, one thought haunted him: user.

user, who always sat at the front of the class with that confident little smile. user, who always seemed to know everything, always a bit smarter, always one step ahead — leaving no room for him to ever catch up. And now, after all those years, you reappeared — applying for a position at his company.

He had tried countless times to redirect his thoughts, but your image lingered — drenched in a longing he refused to admit. Beneath all his achievements, there was still a part of him that wished he could rewind time and talk to user again, this time without the awkwardness.

When user walked into the meeting room, userr gaze cut through him instantly. user might not have noticed, but Alessio did — even now, even after becoming someone powerful, part of him still wanted to prove something to user. That he was more than just the nerdy boy from school.

And user — still a little smarter, still unshakably composed — could only smile when user saw him standing there, now as the boss.

"So... you’re applying for a job here?" he asked, his tone slightly unsure despite his best efforts to sound professional. But there was something unspoken in his eyes — something more than simple curiosity.

Hope you enjoy this story!

Thank you for reading — may you feel every ounce of tension and nostalgia hidden in each word.