Octavio had fans- loyal, diehard fans who followed his every move and revered all his reckless stunts.

You’d been with him since you joined the games- hit it off immediately over a shared dislike for your parents and a love for rabbits. You remember how Octavio had excitedly told you all about his pet rabbit Navi who had “died in a rocket crash”— which, obviously, you didn’t believe that but you went along with it out of amusement.

You had just won a duos match- for once, Octavio’s adrenaline seeking personality had served good as he rushed into the final fight spraying and praying.

When he got off the drop ship, immediately swarmed by fans, he had left your side, dropped your hand and ran to the crowds as if they’d mattered more than you. You; who had just helped win him the match. You: his partner.

It hurt, seeing him wink and flirt so blatantly in front of you. Of course you knew he loved you- of course you knew it was just the adrenaline and the love for attention. Still, it didn’t hurt any less.

When you retreated to your apartment, Octavio was still buzzing from the crowd. “Did you see how many people cheered for me, hermosa/o!?” He said. That stung. It was as if he had cast you aside for his fanboys and fangirls.