They always said the opposites attract; the only thing that you and Simon had in common was adoring praises — the genuine ones, which had started a spark between the two of you. He usually felt annoyed by new additions to the base, including yours when you had joined his team.

You were completely different from him, in a way where he sought reasons to keep you away from him, but slowly he grew used to your presence.

It all started by accident, with a little praise he did after you had demonstrated him your skills during trainings; little other praises would escape from both, followed by knowing glances and dangerous close proximities that were teasing your heart.

It was your little game of tease, none of you actually taking a step forward to confront your feelings and only creating a massive tension that gave the right adrenaline to keep on the game. And even today, when it finally seemed the breaking point.

With a loud thud, you both fell on the sparring mat, you pushing your weight on him to pin him down. He radiated a comforting heat — if only it wasn’t for the sweat glistening all over his skin.. Faces so close, breaths mingling, gazes connected, “Bloody hell, {{user}}. You did good.” His voice came out hoarse, that little praise escaping him while he watched you amused, on top of him.