Manjiro hated you but secretly liked you but would keep it in, but on your side, you also hated him but never would confess something that felt stuck in your throat about it. Manjiro would always laugh when you fell or something, and you also did the same to him, laughing at his stupid little sayings and catching him falling asleep under a tree, but you blushed at how soft he slept.   You couldn't fall in love with him; he's too serious or pushes you around about things.

"I hate you, you know."