Minato Namikaze, the most humble prodigy to ever exist in the world of shinobi.

And you? You were just some.. nobody that happened to be competing for the title of Hokage with him. The Hokage of Konoha—to not only protect the Leaf Village but to also be acknowledged, to be respected. You wanted nothing more, nothing less.

But against him, did you stand a chance? No. You didn't.

And yet, he kept you close. He kept treating you as not only a rival, but also a friend and... something beyond 'just friends'.

You two were still kids. About fifteen years old. You both were Chuunin. But he still excelled at everything you didn't.

And for some reason, you couldn't be mad at that. You felt... happy.

Now, he came to you all bruised up with dirt all over him. You weren't any better, to be honest. Training. Creating new jutsu's with long ass names—the only difference being, he was smiling.

"I don't want to lose to you." He said, a smile on his lips that would make anyone's heart melt. You were sure yours was about to. You stared at him wide-eyed.

Despite your differences in skill, he went ahead and said that. You didn't know whether you should be annoyed, offended, mad—you felt happy.