Pairing: Law student! Higurma Hiromi x Law Student Black!Reader
Warning: MDNI!! This is meant to be enemies to lovers so yes they will act as enemies.Not a happy ending for some. Heavy angst, manipulation, Nanami lowkey being used, Sociopath Higuruma, Psychopath reader. Academic Rivals except they actually hate each other. Reader doesnât really feel bad for the things she does. Obvi Hiromi and Reader hate each other. P in V, SMUT!!! Name Calling, Jealous Higuruma. Sabotage
Synopsis: Hiromi hated you, and you hated him. But for some reason you two were drawn to each other in heated arguments that turned into so much more every single time
Authors Note: Okay so why were some people voting no for this story ??? ANYWAYS gave the fans what they wanted to see so enjoy. Also think Iâm gonna make something about my husband Nanami soon becauseeeee well because heâs my husband.???? SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE OMG I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT BEFORE FINALS STARTED SO HERE YOU GUYS GOOOO
Hiromi hated your every being, the way you walked, the way you talked, the way you smiled. Everything. He hated you. And you hated him just as much.
A snobby, arrogant prodigy who thought he was better than everyone simply because he was smarter. Before him, law school had never been something you took seriously, until you met him.
He became something you needed to break. To humble. To reduce to nothing more than a name beneath yours.
And you did. Three consecutive years you knocked him from number one to number two.
He had never been able to surpass you since. And for that⌠he hated you. Because no one was better than him.
But the charts didnât lie, you were better than him in every way that mattered.
Now it was your final year. Your plan was simple: graduate above him one last time and never give him the satisfaction of winning.
But Hiromi had spent the entire summer preparing, studying like a man possessed, dissecting every case, every exam, every mistake.
He wanted to know one thing: Where did he fail⌠and where did you succeed?
And the more he watched you, the more obsessed he became.
Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât figure you out. Maybe you cheated. Maybe you used people to stay on top. The thought of someone else touching you made something ugly twist inside him.
Not because he wanted you. No, he hated you.
But the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke, the way you smiled like you knew something no one else did It made him want to ruin you.
And you werenât any better. You hated his face. His tired eyes. The sharpness of his voice. And the fact that, somehow, he was the only one who ever got under your skin.
You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away as you dropped your bag onto your desk.
You needed a distraction. A one-night stand. Maybe two. Anyone but him.
You would never look at Higuruma like that. Never want him. Youâd rather hit him with your degree and walk away but fate had other plans.
Hiromi had a plan this time. This year, you wouldnât top the charts because you were going to be distracted. By the one and only Nanami Kento. Number one in the School of Business, and Hiromiâs best friend.
If he couldnât beat you, he would break you. Until you remembered your place.
Nanami stared at him like heâd grown three heads. âYou want me to sleep with her⌠so she wonât focus on school?â he asked, completely thrown off.
Hiromi didnât hesitate. âYes.â
Nanami frowned, leaning back in his chair.
Maybe you were attractive, anyone with eyes could see that, but this? This wasnât normal.
This was obsession. âShe likes hardworking men,â Hiromi continued smoothly, as if he hadnât just suggested something insane. âSomeone disciplined. Reliable.â
His gaze flickered, sharp and calculating. âYouâre the perfect candidate.â
Nanamiâs expression darkened.
Hiromiâs lips curved, slow, knowing.
âI donât need long,â he said. âJust enough time for her to slip.â
A pause. âFor her to fail her state board exam.â
Silence filled the room. Nanami studied him, really studied him this timeâlike he was trying to figure out when his best friend had crossed the line into something⌠else.
âIâve never been more serious.â
An hour of back-and-forth, of arguments, of Nanami trying to talk sense into him and Hiromi shutting down every single one. Eventually, Nanami exhaled, dragging a hand down his face.
But there was no satisfaction in his voice. Only unease. He left not long after, the weight of the conversation following him out the door.
Hiromi said nothing. He simply stood, stepping out onto the balcony, a cigarette already resting between his lips.
The city stretched beneath him quiet, distant, insignificant.
A lighter flicked. Smoke curled into the air as a slow, satisfied smirk pulled at his mouth.
His plan was going to work. Heâd make sure of it.
The day Nanami approached you at a bar downtown, you studied him.
You were cautious. Not dumb. Never dumb.
Why would the blonde-haired boy, who always seemed to linger wherever Hiromi was, suddenly approach you?
A slow, knowing smile curved your lips. So this was his plan. Higuruma wanted to use his best friend as a pawn?
Youâd break both of them before the school year ended, and youâd enjoy every second of it.
You took Nanamiâs outstretched hand, your fingers brushing against his as you felt it.
That stare. Burning into your skin. You lifted your gaze.
Sitting across the bar, distant but unmistakable. Youâd recognize him anywhere.
He held your gaze, expression unreadable. And just before Nanami led you out of the bar
you smiled⌠and winked. For a split second, his composure cracked.
That was all you needed. You turned your attention back to Nanami, eyes trailing over blonde strands combed neatly into place. Sweet. Controlled. Powerful in a different way.
Too bad he was nothing more than a missing piece on your board. It was only a matter of time before you chewed him up and spit him out.
You werenât the player. You were the master.
Two months passed. You and Nanami fell into a routine, late nights, tangled sheets, soft lies whispered into his skin.
You played your part perfectly. Distracted. Careless. Someone he could hold onto. Someone he thought he understood. And with every moment, every detail, he reported back to Hiromi.
At least⌠he used to. Lately, something had shifted.Nanami spoke less. Reported less. And Hiromi noticed.
Everywhere he turned, there you were. With Nanami. And Nanami⌠looked like a man in love. Hiromi refused to believe it.
You were nothing more than a distraction. A problem. A game. Not someone his best friend could fall for.
No, you had to be something worse. A manipulator. A liar. Something dangerous enough to twist a man like Nanami into something unrecognizable.
The thought made his blood boil. His jaw tightened as he watched the two of you, laughing, leaning into each other like nothing else existed.
He isnât even that funny. The thought came sharp. Bitter.
And then, you looked at him. Not by accident. Never by accident.
Your eyes locked with his, unwavering, even as Nanamiâs arms wrapped around your waist, his head dipping into the curve of your neck.
Still⌠you didnât look away. Your fingers slid slowly down Nanamiâs back, deliberate. Provocative. A message. And Hiromi understood it perfectly. You were doing this on purpose. Every second. Every glance. Every touch. You were trying to get under his skin.
And the worst part? It was working. Your eyes sharp, dangerous held him in place like a spell.
For a moment, he couldnât move. Couldnât look away. Then suddenly he stood, jaw tight, and walked off.
You smiled. Because you were winning. You always won. Failure didnât exist in your world âŚBut as your hand rested against Nanamiâs back, something twisted in your chest.
Guilt. Brief. Fleeting. Gone just as quickly as it came. You werenât here to feel. You were here to play.
To knock down every piece, one by one as you danced across the board.
Over the passing weeks, Hiromi felt his control slipping. Nanami stopped answering his calls, and the recent test results came out. You ranked first. He ranked fifth. He was losing it. So consumed with making you fail, he barely had time for himself and somehow, you were still ahead. It didnât make sense. Before Nanami cut him off completely, he had said you were distracted late nights, leaving later afternoons from his apartment. So why? Why were you still number one?
Hiromi started digging. Digging deeper, until he found it a picture of you and the Dean of Students. A slow, sly grin spread across his face. Before he could even think it through, he acted. A second account. A single post. The photo uploaded and tagged across the schoolâs forum with one claim: you and the Dean were involved.
You stared at the post youâd been tagged in, completely unbothered. You didnât feel anything. Because this? This was manageable. And you knew exactly who was behind it. So you waited, letting time do what it always did spread, twist, amplify. Youâd strike when it mattered.
By morning, the post was gone, but the damage was already done. It spread through the school like wildfire, reaching faculty, administration everyone. Nanami was furious when he came to see you, pacing the room, tense, while you sat calmly on his couch wrapped in his hoodie, wearing the perfect expression: confused, hurt, innocent.
But deep down, you knew. You knew it was Hiromi. And worse you enjoyed it. The chaos, the attention, the way he was finally unraveling over you. It was exhilarating. The last time you gave someone this much attention, they tried to stab you⌠but that was a story for another time.
Even after everything, you still showed up to school with your head held high, carrying yourself like the lawyer you were going to become. Higuruma sat behind you in class, analyzing you, trying to understand how you could remain so composed, so relaxed, as if every student and professor werenât whispering your name between classes and over lunch. For an entire week, the rumors spread unchecked, until an official statement was released by the board, shutting everything down and warning that whoever started it would face defamation charges.
Nanami knew exactly who was behind it. And even though he promised you he wouldnât do anything rash⌠he did anyway. Not that you cared. If anything, you found the entire situation entertaining.
At exactly 3:00 a.m., Nanami pounded on Higurumaâs door. When it opened, Higuruma stood there awake, tired, but alert. For once, he had actually been studying, trying to regain the control heâd been losing. He didnât even have time to react before Nanamiâs fist collided with his face, sending him stumbling back into his apartment. The door slammed open wider as Nanami followed, and within seconds, the two were exchanging blows.
Higuruma barely had time to process it. What was this even for? He didnât know but he wasnât about to just stand there and take it.
The fight was quick, brutal, and messy. Eventually, they pulled apart, both breathing heavily Nanami with blood at the corner of his mouth, Higuruma with blood running from his nose.
Higuruma wiped it away, staring at Nanami like heâd lost his mind. He opened his mouth to speak but Nanami cut him off first.
âLeave her alone, Higuruma. For once in your perfect life, accept that someone is simply better than you⌠instead of trying to ruin her reputation.â
Nanami didnât wait for a response. He turned and walked out, leaving Higuruma standing there, bloodied, silent, and more unsettled than heâd ever been.
Nanami came to you that same night, and you tended to his wounds, softly reprimanding him for not listening to you. You played the part well the good girl. Because even though you were sleeping together, there were no labels between you, and you preferred it that way.
Labels were messy. And you were already dealing with enough of that. Nanami understood.
The next day, you went to Higuruma. You knocked on his apartment door with a knowing smile already on your face. When he opened it, his guard was up immediately but you were the last person he expected to see. How did you know where he lived?
He didnât even get the chance to ask before you stepped inside, inviting yourself in like you belonged there. Your eyes moved around his apartment. It wasnât empty in the physical sense but something about it felt⌠hollow. Like something important was missing.
He exhaled slowly. He shouldâve known this was coming. He just didnât expect it this soon.
The last time Higuruma had spoken to you was during your first year when he refused to let you borrow one of his many pencils.
His eyes dragged over you, taking everything in your perfume lingering in the air between you, the brown trench coat, the sharp black heeled boots. Your hair, usually coiled, now straight and flowing down your back.
If you werenât so evil, he was sure he wouldâve fallen for you.
He didnât realize you had been staring at him the entire time until you spoke your voice soft, sweet⌠completely at odds with who you really were.
âWould you like a picture, Hiromi? Iâve been told they last longer,â you teased.
His expression darkened instantly. âWhat do you want?â
You tilted your head slightly, unfazed. âIs that any way to treat a guest?â
âYouâre not my damn guest,â he snapped. âHow the hell did you even find my apartment? You know what, forget it. I donât care. What do you want?â
You stepped closer to him, slow deliberate like a predator closing in on its prey, your hand lifting as your fingers brushed against the bruise on his cheek. His reaction was immediate he grabbed your wrist, squeezing tight, but you didnât flinch, didnât pull away, you just smiled. His eyes narrowed. âDonât touch me,â he sneered. You clicked your tongue softly. âThatâs rich coming from you, Hiromi⌠the same person whoâs been trying to touch me for months.â His grip tightened, but you still didnât react. âI finally give you a chance, and this is how you respond?â you continued, voice light and teasing. âYouâre hurting my feelings, you know.â You laughed, soft and careless, completely ignoring the tension radiating off him.
For a moment, he looked like he might actually lose it, but then something shifted.
His grip loosened, not in surrender, but in control. Slowly, deliberately, he released your wrist, only to catch it again, guiding your hand away from his face. His expression changed, no anger, no frustration, just something colder, sharper. âYou think this is a game,â he said quietly, not a question but a statement. Before you could respond, he stepped closer, too close, close enough that your back nearly brushed the wall behind you.
His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted back to your eyes, calculating. âYouâve been playing me,â he continued, voice low and controlled. âNanami. The rumors. All of it.â A pause. âAnd you think youâre winning.â
His hand slid from your wrist up your arm, slow and intentional, not soft, not gentle, just enough pressure to make you aware of it. âTo break someone like youâŚâ he murmured, almost to himself. Your smile didnât falter, but it stilled. âFor someone who doesnât feel,â he went on, eyes locking onto yours, âyouâre very good at pretending.â
His thumb brushed just beneath your chin, tilting your face up slightly, not enough to be forceful, but enough to hold your attention. âAnd Iâve been doing it wrong,â he finished, stepping even closer until there was nowhere to go. âI donât need to beat you,â he said softly, his voice dropping lower. âI need to have you.â
Silence filled the space between you thick, heavy, dangerous. His grip on your chin tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. âAnd once I doâŚâ he added, eyes darkening, âweâll see how long that control of yours actually lasts.â
For the first time, something in your expression almost shifted.
You didnât pull away. You didnât fight him. Instead, you softened. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it was enough. Your eyes flickered, lashes lowering slightly as your lips parted, your voice quieter now, gentler. âYou think Iâve been playing you?â you murmured. There was no bite in your tone this time, no mockery, just something that almost sounded vulnerable. Hiromi didnât move. Didnât loosen his hold on you. But his eyes sharpened, watching, analyzing.
You tilted your head just slightly, your gaze dropping before meeting his again. âWhat if I wasnât?â you said softly. A pause stretched between you, the air shifting, less sharp, more dangerous. âWhat if⌠you were the only part of this I actually meant?â His grip faltered, just slightly, but you felt it. You always did.
You let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. âI mean⌠think about it,â you continued, voice still light, careful. âOut of everyone here, youâre the only one who ever actually challenged me.â Your eyes held his, steady, intentional. âAnd you really think I wouldnât notice that?â
Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You didnât rush it. Didnât push. You let him sit in it. Let him think. Let him doubt. Your hand moved slowly, deliberately, resting lightly against his wrist, not resisting, not pulling away. Just there.
âI didnât come here to fight you,â you said quietly. Another pause. âI came here because I wanted you to finally look at me.â
Something shifted in his expression, not anger, not control. Something in between. Suspicion. Interest. Something darker. His grip on your chin loosened just enough for him to study you properly.
âYou expect me to believe that?â he asked, voice low.
You didnât hesitate. You smiled, soft, almost sweet. âThat depends,â you said, tilting your head slightly, eyes never leaving his. âDo you want to?â
And just like that, the tension tightened instead of breaking, because now he didnât know if you were lying⌠or if this was the truth.
Higuruma tested his luck, capturing your breath between his lips as he pressed you harder against the wall. He kissed you like he was starved, like this was the answer to something deeper, something he couldnât name.
By the time he pulled away, your breathing was uneven, your expression just slightly dazed. For a moment, Nanami crossed his mind, but then so did the memory of his fists meeting his face the night before. If anyone deserved this, it was him.
This time, you were the one who moved first.
You pushed off the wall and into him, closing the distance again, your lips finding his like you meant it, like this wasnât hesitation, but choice. The night before, you had ended things with Nanami. Completely. Clean. He had taken it better than expected, said he understood, that he always had, that heâd support whatever decision you made. It should have meant something more. It almost did.
But right now, you were here. Kissing Higuruma. And you didnât hesitate. Because this?
This was part of the plan.
Higuruma thought he had you, thought heâd finally broken through whatever control you held so tightly. But he didnât see it. Not yet.
He was stepping exactly where you wanted him to.
The kisses continued until you both were in his bed, breathless he took his shirt off and pulled you into his lap. You took your dress off throwing it into the abyss of the room. Your boobs spilled and he immediately latched on your nipple.
He sucked and bit around as his left hand played with the left side. You moaned loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for his neighbors to complain. Your wet panties sneaked through his shorts.
For you to hate him so much he was surely turning you on. You rubbed against his dick that was just as big as his ego and trust me his ego was huge. You moaned louder his name spilling from your lips like a mantra.
He pulled away from the right nipple before giving the same treatment to the left, he brought his hand up to your mouth and put two fingers to your lips. Immediately you put them in your mouth sucking his fingers like it was his dick.
Higuruma grew harder as you sucked, he looked up from his position just watching you with those tired eyes. To think just a week ago he was trying to ruin your life now you sucking his fingers and panting like a dog in heat. He enjoyed everything second of this. Seeing you powerless for once.
He pulled his fingers back and a string of spit followed, you looked at him dazed and insanely turnt on. Your clit pulsing with need and your panties felt uncomfortable from how wet they were. You place his now wet fingers in your panties and grind against them.
Latching on your neck Higuruma sucked dark marks onto your neck as his fingers rubbed your wet clit. He let you continue to grind against his hand before sticking both fingers into you.
âHiromi,â you moaned loudly as his thick fingers thrusted deep into you, Higurumaâs breath caught, goodness you sounded so sexy moaning his name. It made him wondering did you say Nanamiâs name like and the thought of you and Nanami had his dick dripping precum.
His fingers continued there harsh thrust until your legs was shaking and you slumped against him out of breath but he didnât stop until his hands were soaked from two orgasms.
By the time Higuruma pulled his fingers out your thighs and his pants were slick from your juices, he pulled his fingers to his mouth moaning as he tasted you.
For someone so evil you tasted devine, something he had to have more of.
He flipped you so you were beneath him, and he was on top of you looking down at you like a predator about to feast on his prey. His tired eyes looked so hungry. If you didnât hate him, youâd surely love him.
Kisses were placed from you neck, down your stomach and down your thighs, you grew tired of the teasing the small kisses and his hot breath so closed to where you needed him.
You gripped his hair and tugged him, Higuruma let out a delicious moan, goodness you hated him. You tugged his hair again as he moaned from his hair being pulled, finally he placed his lips against your pussy.
He was intoxicated as he ran a long bold lick from your inviting entrance to your clit. You moaned still sensitive from his fingers but he didnât care his hands wrapped around your legs and held them down as he feasted on you.
His tongue was relentless never letting up and plunging into you repeatedly, his nose bumped against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. It felt so good the only sounds coming out of your mouth was breathless moans. You tried to close your legs as you came on his tongue but he held them down and continued his assault against your clit.
You gripped his hair to get him to stop but that only egged him on further, he didn't stop till his face was dripping with your cum and legs shook so bad you just had to lay there.
He climbed back up staring at you like a predator finally getting its prey. He smiled down at your fucked out face and wished he could just keep you like that every single day. So open and fuckable instead of your usual nasty competitive self.
He reached down, taking off his sweats and boxers before hooking his hand under your leg and pushing it against your chest. The stretched burned but you didn't have time to think about it as you felt his tip rub against his sensitive clit.
" I hate you so fucking much," he whispered in your ear as full slid in. His thrust weren't nice and slow, they were fast and brutal. He fucked you like he hated you and you enjoyed every bit of it. He held one of your hands while the other kept your leg stable as his dick hit your g-spot over and over again.
His dick slid in and out of you and everything felt so heightened, you could feel each ridge and vein and the curve of him in you. It was delicious the way his tip repeatedly brushed against you g-spot.
He could see the print of him outlined in your stomach, he took his free hand and pushed down against your stomach but as you tried to run he kept you near him. His hips touching your core and staying there never letting you up,
You were a moaning mess, you hated this man but goodness his dick had you seeing stars.
He came on multiple different spots from your chest to your stomach and he loved it, seeing you drenched in his cum and dumbed out. He would take a picture so it could last forever but he didnât plan on letting you go after this so it didnât matter.
Each time after you came you didn't have time to recover because he would switch the position, restarting the whole process over.
You couldn't remember how many times you'd cum by the time you both passed out from the intense feeling.
You woke before the sun and left before he could.
When Higuruma woke up, the bed beside him was empty. He was confused for a moment, but he didnât have time to dwell on it. Graduation was approaching, which meant finals, and he forced himself back into the routine he knew best, studying.
And for two months, he did. But for two months, he felt like he was losing it. He remembered every sound you made and the way you looked. It was engraved in his mind, he couldnât get it out.
He didnât see you again after that night. Not in class, not in the hallways. Every message he sent went unanswered, never delivered, and you were nowhere to be foundânot even on social media.
It was like you disappeared. And he couldnât understand why. He started to wonder if he had done something wrong. Besides all the shit he already did.
Because somewhere along the way, somewhere between the rivalry, the anger, and the obsessionâhe realized it.
He loved you. Not in a normal way. Not in a healthy way.
But in something deeper. Something twisted.
He loved you the way flowers love the sun, desperately, instinctively, even knowing too much of it would burn them alive.
When he finally saw you again, you were standing as Valedictorian of your graduating class, while he sat on the stage as Salutatorian. Confusion settled in as he stared at you, trying to understand where you had been all this time, and how the hell you had taken Valedictorian. Once again, you had won, and once again, he didnât understand. For four years, it had been the same story, one he could never fully grasp. But as he watched you deliver your speech, something in his chest tightened.
School was over now. The rivalry, the tension, the chaos, it should have ended here. And yet, the way he wanted you didnât feel over. It felt unfinished, unsettling in a way no one else would understand but one that made perfect sense to him. So he decided he would find you after the ceremony and apologize.
When it ended, he went looking for you. You stood there, your cap still on, your white dress hugging your body like a second skin. The red bottoms beneath your feet made your legs stand out even more. When you looked at him, you smiled, and his breath hitched. You were beautiful, you always had been, and you always would be.
But just as he stepped closer, someone brushed past him with a large bouquet of flowers and wrapped you in their arms. Higuruma froze. Nanami, his best friend, or maybe former best friend now. He watched as Nanami spun you around, laughing softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips, and you smiled into it, holding onto him like you belonged there.
As Nanami spoke to you, your eyes drifted past him and landed on Higuruma.
You smiled slowly, deliberately, and then you winked.
His gaze dropped to your hand, to your ring finger.
Where a diamond was already resting.
He didnât think. Didnât wait. Didnât care who was watching. The moment the crowd shifted, the moment you stepped away from Nanami, even slightly, he moved. âWalk with me.â It wasnât a request. His voice was low, controlled, but there was something beneath it, something sharp enough to cut. You glanced at him, then at Nanami, offering a small, reassuring smile. âIâll be right back,â you said softly. Nanami hesitated for a second⌠then nodded. Of course he did. You always knew exactly what to say.
Higuruma didnât speak again until you were far enough from the crowd, somewhere quiet, somewhere isolated, just the two of you. The tension snapped tight the second you stopped walking. He turned to you, jaw clenched, eyes dark. âHow long?â he asked. No greeting. No hesitation. Just that.
You tilted your head slightly. âHmm?â His voice dropped. âHow long has this been going on?â There was a pause, and then you smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. The real one. âSince the beginning.â
Silence followed, heavy and unforgiving. His brows pulled together, something cracking beneath the surface. ââŚYouâre lying.â You shook your head slowly. âNo, Hiromi,â you said almost gently. âYou just didnât see it.â
You stepped closer, not hesitant, not careful, certain. âYou thought this was about rankings,â you continued. âAbout being better. About winning.â A small laugh left you. âIt was never about that.â His jaw tightened. âThen what was it about?â You held his gaze, unblinking, steady.
âYouâve always needed to be the best,â you went on, voice calm and controlled. âNeeded to be untouchable. So I let you think you were in control. I let you think you were playing the game.â His hands clenched at his sides. âYou think this is funny?â âNo,â you said simply. âI think itâs over.â
You stepped even closer, now right in front of him. âNanami?â you added softly. âHe wasnât part of your plan.â A slight tilt of your head. âHe was part of mine.â Something flickered in his eyes, realization, too late. âWe got married a month ago.â
Silence. Complete. Total.
You watched it hit him, watched it settle, watched it break something quietly. âYou thought you were distracting me,â you continued. âThought you were setting me up to fail.â A small, almost amused smile touched your lips. âBut every move you madeâŚâ You leaned in slightly, close enough for only him to hear. ââŚwas exactly where I needed you to be.â
His breath hitched, barely, but you caught it.
âYou werenât beating me, Hiromi,â you finished softly. âYou were following me.â
You stepped back, adjusting your cap slightly, your expression calm, composed, untouched.
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