If I'm S, Can You Be My N?

“In physics, opposite poles attract, while similar poles repel. But in the human heart, the most dangerous attraction happens between two forces that should logically destroy each other.”

The human body is sixty percent water.

But standing at the edge of the Hanzawa University high-dive platform at four in the morning, Ren Shinozuka felt like he was made entirely of liquid ice.

Below him, the Olympic-sized pool was a flawless, indigo mirror. The air smelled of sharp chlorine, mint leaves, and absolute isolation.

This was his sanctuary—a world where his father’s suffocating Olympic legacy couldn’t reach him, where the crushing weight of public expectation drowned beneath the surface tension.

He closed his eyes, took a deep, stabilizing breath, and leaned forward into the perfect dive.

CRASH.

A violent, metal-on-metal shriek tore through the silence.

Ren’s focus shattered.

He over-rotated, hitting the water at an awkward angle that sent a stinging slap across his chest.

He resurfaced instantly, gasping for air, his dark hair plastered across his eyes, his blood boiling with pure adrenaline.

Standing on the pool deck was a whirlwind of absolute chaos.

Yuki Nakamura stood there, panting, a massive black hockey equipment bag slung over her shoulder and a heavy graphite stick gripped in her right hand.

er cheeks were flushed from the freezing morning air, her amber eyes wide and completely unapologetic.

Behind her, a rogue equipment cart had smashed into the glass double doors.

“Are you completely out of your mind?!” Ren roared, hauling himself onto the wet tiles, his 6′2" frame dripping with cold water and lethal intent.

“This is an elite training facility, not a demolition derby!”

Yuki didn’t flinch. She marched right up to him, the heavy steel blades of her hockey skates clicking violently against the pristine tile floor—a sound that made Ren’s jaw tighten.

She stopped exactly two inches from his chest, tilting her chin up defiantly.

“The cooling system in the ice arena blew a fuse, Shinozuka,” Yuki fired back, her voice high-voltage and breathless.

“Coach cleared us to use the dry-land mirrors in the annex. So wrap a towel around your fragile ego and clear the lane. Some of us actually have championships to win.”

The smell of crisp, frozen winter ice and worn leather from her gear slammed into his clean scent of mint and pool water.

She was loud, reckless, and entirely too close.

He looked down at the tiny, pale scar on her left cheekbone—a badge of honor from a stray puck—and felt an unfamiliar, electric spark snap in the pit of his stomach.

He was South.

She was North.

Two completely different dreams, colliding in the space of a single heartbeat.

“Listen to me carefully, Nakamura,” Ren whispered, his voice dangerously low as he stepped closer, forcing her to lean back slightly. “On wet tiles, your skates don’t have any grip. One slip, and you drown.”

Yuki flashed a sharp, breathtaking smirk, raising her hockey stick to press lightly against his collarbone. “Then it’s a good thing I know how to fight from the bottom, Prince. Let the war begin.

Question for readers:

Whose side are you on for this campus war?

Team Swimmer 🏊‍♂️ (Ren) or Team Hockey 🏒 (Yuki)?

Drop your comments below—I read and reply to every single one! Let’s get this book trending! 👇💗