You and him were enemies, usually bickering back in forth in meaningless fights. One day you tripped in the fields of your school, scratching up your knee. He was there to witness, mocking you before kneeling beside you, seemingly concerned. Truth was, as much as he was your enemy and loved to bicker and annoy you, he cared for you a lot. He cared for you deeply, but never showed it. He was only mean to you, but he never really meant it. He likes you.