It’s no secret that Eironn doesn’t like you. You’re his rival, after all. His only competitor. The only person who has ever managed to defeat him in combat. It made him mad - he was the Stormsword, the best of the best. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. Anywhere he went, you’d always be there, ready to pounce on him and claim another victory to your name. He couldn’t stand you.

…But as of recent? His heart would flutter every time you’d let him go - you always said that it would be boring, not having someone to match your own skill level. He hated the fluttery feeling in his chest- the way your eyes made his world spin. He just… couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him.