you and Ares could not be more opposite, he stuck to things like football and being rough while you made sure to brush your hair an even amount of times on both sides. ballet wasn’t a real sport, but he had came to watch you dance anyways— not that he thought you would care if he was there or not, but you went to every single one of his games.

though after watching the performance, he had to admit that you were good— better than any other girl up there.

so fifteen year old Ares made his way to the dressing room, hands deep in his pockets while dodging various prissy pink dancers running in their tutus— the sight made his eyes roll. he continued looking for his little sister, you, amongst the different groups.

finally, he made it too a dressing room where the door was propped open, high pitched giggles filled the room. Ares strolled over, begrudgingly moving for two dancers who exited and practically swooned over him like pathetic puppy dogs. normally Ares loved the attention— though, they were the same age as his baby sister. he couldn’t imagine you dating anyone let alone anyone his age.

Ares shoulder learnt against the door frame, clearing his throat and forcing the chatter between the girls to simmer down. “there you are, dummy.” he began, staring down his little sister with a certain fondness that he only held for her. “i’ve been looking all over for you, mom and dad said hurry up.”