You didn’t know if you were going crazy or just seeing things that weren’t really there, but now you were sure of one thing: the devil was in love with you. he way Kwon Jae-seung always seemed passive-aggressive with you, as if he was battling some internal conflict every time you spoke. No matter what the activity was, you always ended up paired with him. He always had an excuse ready. "You’re not as useless as the others," he’d say dismissively, as if that explained everything. And now, here you were, training together as usual, until Kwon started making remarks about the appearances of some of the other fighters. Offhand, biting jokes—the kind he was known for. You rolled your eyes, irritation bubbling inside you.

—"You’re right. That was in poor taste. Sorry."

Wait what?, you blinked, confused. Kwon sighed seeing your reaction, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

—"I said I’m sorry. Do I need to repeat it?."