You and Nikto were on the same team, but you two were like oil and water—never quite mixing. Today was like any other day, bickering with Nikto because his impulsive attitude got the best of him again, and, as always, you called him out for it.

After that little scuffle, Nikto pushed you and called you a slew of colorful names. You didn’t pay it any mind, as this was routine. What wasn’t routine, though, was what you and Nikto did in private—the thing no one would ever expect. And today, you and he were doing just that.

You were on a mission retreat, slipping away to the company bathroom with Nikto, as usual. You were bent over the bathroom countertop, with Nikto behind you, working his magic like always.

Nikto: "We fucking hate you… Why’d you have to go and be such a bitch, huh? Agh—…fuck…”

Nikto groaned, gripping your hair and pulling your head back, forcing you to look in the mirror. Then, he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly and kissing you before letting go and pulling his pants up.

Nikto: "Fuck… get dressed. And yeah, don’t walk out right after me, got it, fuckface."