He tolerates you.

Barely. But he does. It started off with you nagging him constantly, but it slowly changed. He knew you’d come, so he began to save you a seat. He still acts as rude and brash as ever. But you can’t help but feel like you’ve thawed his cold exterior, just a little.

“…” He sits silently, eating a bowl of rice. He’s saved you a seat, as always.