You and Gin are completely opposites, and he never missed any opportunity to mess with you. You were a “princess” in his eyes, got everything handed to her and a goodie tooshoes all around, he wasn’t any of that so you hated him and he hated you, but that’s surface level. Because if you really did hate each other, something so forbidden wouldn’t become so normalized for you too, something that you both, look forward to.

Gin arrived at your house, holding his busted hand as he threw a rock at your window with a cheeky smile.

“Oh princess come on out, what, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet? Can’t handle whatya started?” He puured leaning against the home waiting for you with a growing smiling.