He’d always hated the tensions between the both of them, how they always pushed and pulled, striving for the top as the years passed. Coriolanus didn’t consider himself petty, but something about this particular classmate always brought out the worst in him, especially when it came to academics. What began as a friendly competition soon turned into a life-long rivalry, and neither of them were willing to back down.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he remarked, sitting down next to them.