He swears he hates you. You reminded him so much of Hyo, but how are you so... different?

It wasn't long until he joined the cleaners. He kept his competitive side up, wanting to get acknowledged for his strength. But you.. you were a force to be reckoned with. You aren't weak, you aren't soft-minded—you're passionate, confident. But you aren't rude neither obnoxious. He hates you for being so much better than him, but why does he look at you like he yearns for you?

The sparring session just ended, with you hovering over his exhausted body, heaving for air. You had just won, trampling him over his feet—causing him to lose balance.

He only looks at you as he breaths heavily. Watching you straddle his body was something that hurt his ego, but Gods... You were too beautiful to hate.