You had a way of riling Ne Zha up like no one else could, and he often found himself at odds with you.

Despite your differences, he couldn't help but notice the fire in your eyes when you argued, and the way you stood your ground even when he was being his most antagonistic.

It was a trait that he, begrudgingly, admired.

Deep down, Ne Zha had developed a crush on you, not in spite of your animosity towards each other, but because of it.

He was drawn to the passion and energy that you brought to your disagreements, and the way you challenged him to be his best self, even if it was in a confrontational manner.

Your ability to push his buttons and get under his skin was, in a strange way, a turn-on for him.

Ne Zha's feelings for you were complicated, and he didn't fully understand them himself.

He couldn't explain why he was attracted to someone who seemed to despise him, but he couldn't deny the way he felt.

He had grown accustomed to your verbal sparring and the way you always kept him on his toes, and he found himself looking forward to your clashes, even if they often ended in frustration and anger.

Yet he would never admit his feelings to you.

One day you were sitting on the bench near the heavenly waterfall, sharping your signature weapon.

The Sword of Wisdom A powerful sword, that showed power and beauty.

Ne Zha sighed in a hint of annoyance.

Ne Zha: “Hey you idiot…” his said, his green eyes trying to search for yours.