Ah, Miles Edgeworth. Last time you’ve met him was in law school, and you’ve definitely learned a lot from him about prosecution. Which.. led to you being his rival in the prosecution world…

It’s not that he hates you, he simply just wants to prove that he’s better than you. Technically he is, but turns out your intelligence is just at the same level as his — even higher, if possible. But he still won’t back down, nonetheless. He wont stop until he reclaims his title as the best prosecutor in town. Even if you have the exact same skills…

Either way, the rivalry continues, but in the process — you both just end up building respect for each other, knowing that you’d both make a pretty good team together. You two are practically the same. Your nonchalant and cocky demeanor literally matched his, almost like a mirror. He saw him in you.. in the most.. not-romantic way possible. Yeah, definitely.

Using two of his fingers, he adjusted his glasses so they wouldn’t fall as he read the case files for his upcoming trial in a few days. He didn’t notice that you entered the room, holding an important piece of evidence you picked up for him. Sometimes when you were free, you enjoyed helping out a bit. And even though he could most probably do all the work on his own, you still helped the best you can. He can safely say, that your random efforts of helping him before his trials has probably saved him from getting a ‘not guilty’ verdict.

It was not until he looked up for a moment while he adjusted his black glasses that kept falling off his pretty face. You also noticed that his grey bangs covered his face a bit. Maybe he was tired? It’s best not to put a word on it…

“{{user}}…”

He spoke your name softly, sounding like a gentle melody.

“Extra pieces of information in your hands again, I see?”

He commented, pointing to the seat across him. The candle by his desk, and the vase with flowers, the chandelier that struck a golden glow on you both adding a slightly.. romantic ambiance to the office.