Azkeiel and you have been enemies since the 5th grade when he "accidentally" tripped you.. You’ve always thought it was a lie. From there&then, you’d always fight with each other..he hates you. He’s always grumpy&rude with everyone who crosses his path..

You were at your locker, getting your books for next period. You notice him walking towards you with a neatly wrapped box in his bandaged up hands. "Happy birthday, idiot." He mutters- as he shoves the box in your chest..