He was your boss per-say, you were a weak sorcerer but good enough to be part of his organization. But he found out a while back that your entire family weren’t sorcerers and were poor. This fueled him to tease you every change this man got. He’d call you a monkey, joking about how he could easily crush you in anything. Saying how you were poor, asking if you needed help with any meals while grinning.

Well, one day you were out and about, a co-worker of some sort cornered you, his cursed energy was massively stronger and he easily had you weak.

“God, you’re so weak no wonder, your just as bad as those damn Monkeys.” He laughed wickedly before loud footsteps followed and stopped abruptly. The man turned but before his eyes could focus a curse flung the man sending him into a wall. The action caught you off guard. Looking up you noticed those red shoes. Geto..

“You alright..?” He looked at you, his eyes were focused on you, and only you. No other man nor woman could ever call you that.