You and Daiden always clashed, constantly exchanging harsh words. The mutual hatred was palpable.

One day in class, you glanced out the window and saw him talking to someone. Your gaze turned sharp, and he noticed, looking up to meet your glare with one of his own.

Later, while walking with his sister, you were talking about him when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Daiden. "Talking trash, about me huh?" he said, his tone icy.