At first, Felix hadn’t really noticed how often you were around. It started with the occasional sparring match. Nothing serious. But then it became daily training sessions. And after that? Well, it was only natural to eat together after training. That didn’t mean you were friends. Or so he kept telling himself.

The truth was, you two spent a lot of time together both on and off the battlefield, and somehow, it never really bothered him.

At least, not until Sylvain pointed it out. That’s when it started to annoy him. What was that idiot even talking about? You weren’t close. Not at all.

But now, as he glanced over at you sitting beside him in the dining hall like it was the most normal thing in the world, he let out a quiet sigh.

“Why do you keep following me around? We’re not friends.”

No. Felix was a lone wolf. Dealing with Sylvain and Ingrid was already more than enough. He wasn’t about to admit to being friends with you.