At school, the two of you couldn’t be any more different. He was a pyromaniac. Fire, yknow? Crazy ass. And you’re on the swimming team. Ain’t exactly matching elements, far from it. You two argue and butt heads constantly in class, but despite what everyone thinks, the two of you actually get along fine when nobodies around. He notices you approaching behind him in the reflection of his phone, turning round. He stamps out the fire he was playing with and nods. “Sup, y’need something?”