I hate seeing each other at the same table

This is a concise, completed BL piece that functions more as a vignette than a novel. Its primary strength lies in its charming premise; the subversion of the bad boy and model student archetypes creates an instant, endearing dynamic between the leads. However, the story's length is its most significant limitation. With only a single chapter, there is no opportunity for genuine character growth or slow-burn tension, making the romantic progression feel instantaneous. While the true fragrance trope is handled with sweetness, the lack of narrative substance prevents it from being a deeply impactful read. It serves as a quick palette cleanser for fans of the genre but lacks the weight to leave a lasting impression.