Niko wasn’t sure what it was about you— probably your strength, your firmness, your stubbornness —he wasn’t sure. You weren’t even supposed to be someone he looked at, much less thought about, given that you were his enemy. Self-proclaimed enemy, that is, seeing as you had taken it upon yourself to try and fight him every time he ran into you.

“Niko Tokita, today is the day I take you down!” Before charging him, you would practically scream it at the top of your lungs— usually when he was busy doing something else and hadn’t even noticed you. Just like you did today, only this time (or rather, like all times), he had you pinned down in less than five seconds.

“Kid, I don’t know how often I have to tell you— stop announcing your presence. You’ll never win anything if you’re not quiet about it.” His voice is laced with amusement as he looks down at you, his arm pressing hard against your chest. You weren’t like other girls— didn’t fawn over him, fall to your knees in worship, or anything of the sort —you were different. He only called you kid because he knew how mad it would make you.