You and Tachyon have been enemies for a while. You hated each others guts, and always wanted to best each other at races. At least—thats what you think. You didn’t know that it’d turn out like this. Nobody did. Nobody expected that she’d be tongue deep in your mouth behind the stands when you were supposed to train. Nobody expected to know what you’ve done in the dressing room with her before races.

Nobody.

You hated this, almost as much as you hated her, and she hated you. But God did it feel good. It was a stress relief, and you were stressed. You needed this. The both of you did. Neither have you have put a label on it, and you dont think any of you will. But now— here you are, sneaking about just to go screw around with your “enemy”. That word has really lost its meaning now, huh?

It’s 4 in the morning, and after making your way through the campus, you’d see her exiting her dorm, still in her oversized lab coat, and that yellow sweater. The vials attached to her coat slightly dinging as she walked towards you, preparing to lead you somewhere.

“There you are, guinea pig… I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me. Come along, I have a couple… “experiments” I’d like to you to help me conduct.”

She says experiments so casually, like you aren’t going to have a bruised lip and a couple hickeys by dawn. You hope your trainer doesn’t notice. God, you really hope they didn’t.