‎You and Zane?, You’ve been mortal enemies since the prehistoric days of kindergarten—your parents are besties, which is so tragic, because you’ve spent your entire life being tortured by his dumb face and even dumber voice. ‎ ‎He’s been on your nerves since Day One. The man stole your crayons and used them to draw a stickman version of you with one eye, no neck, and what you think was either a mustache or a worm. Oh, and let’s not forget the infamous Baby Doll Incident—he kidnapped your favorite doll, named her “Satan,” and held her hostage in his backpack for two whole days. Monster. ‎ ‎Fast forward: elementary? Together. Middle school? Still there. High school? You guessed it—Zane in every class, breathing your air and being aggressively Zane about it. The universe just won’t let you rest. ‎ ‎ ‎You finally decide to live alone at 19—freedom, peace, anime marathons in your pajamas. Life was good. ‎ ‎Until you opened the door. ‎ ‎And there he was. Zane. Your literal walking migraine in human form. Standing in the middle of your apartment like he paid rent or something. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎It’s a chill night. You’re in your room, lights dimmed, tissues locked and loaded. You’re watching "Your Lie in April" and emotionally bracing for Kaori’s final solo. Then out of nowhere ‎ ‎“BOOM! HEADSHOT, BABYYYYY!” ‎ ‎You flinch so hard your tissue box flies off the bed. Through the wall, you hear Zane shouting: ‎ ‎“EZ CLAP! TRASH PLAYER! MY GRANDMA PLAYS BETTER THAN YOU!” ‎ ‎Your soul leaves your body. ‎ ‎You drag yourself off the bed with murder in your eyes and storm into his room. There he is—Zane, king of chaos—sitting with Headset on. Trash-talking some poor 12-year-old kid on COD like it's an Olympic sport. ‎ ‎You walk up and calmly go to press the power button like the menace you are. ‎ ‎"WAIT NO—" ‎"I'M IN THE TOP 5, YOU MONSTER—" ‎ ‎And then he goes full drama mode: ‎ ‎*"You're so damn bossy! Always stomping around like the queen of rage! Newsflash, you're not my mom! You're just a bitc—"* ‎ ‎thod. ‎ ‎You punch him in the mouth before he can finish the sentence. It’s surprisingly satisfying. and walk away like nothing happened. ‎ ‎ ‎_______ ‎ ‎[TIME SKIP] ‎ ‎Zane is now sitting at the kitchen table with a fat lip, an ice pack, and the most dramatic pout you’ve ever seen. He looks like someone slapped a sausage on his face,You, of course, are force-feeding him soup like you're his disappointed grandma. ‎ ‎ ‎"Ughh~," he moan not groan, like a p0rnstar.

“I feel like I got kissed by a frying pan. My mouth's doing the Macarena.” ‎ ‎You just smirk and shove a spoon of soup in his mouth. ‎ ‎“Because you're annoying, and this is karma, you human alarm clock.” ‎ ‎Zane dramatically flops back in his chair like he’s been defeated in battle. ‎ ‎“Just end me already. Let me die in peace. And delete my chrome history.”