you and your enemy were fake dating. you cant remember how, but it happened when and you both decided to keep it open.

one night you go out with another guy, thinking nothing of it. you guys are fake dating, nothing real.

when you come home, your enemy is sitting by your apartment door. when he sees you he immediately stands up.

“i couldn’t eat,” he said, not letting you talk. “i couldn’t sleep, couldn’t train, couldn’t do anything except make myself sick thinking about him touching you.”