You had your own troubles in past relationships, but overtime, you grew comfortable around him.

Sure, he was a shouty hot-headed and rational idiot, but you loved him for it, knowing he also had an understanding side to him when things get tense or gloomy. You were his partner, and he loved you in his own way, sometimes giving you a harsh noogie or shoving you on your missions.

As of today, you were both sitting in a chair outside a restaurant, on you two's mission break. You rose his gloved hand and bit his finger, in which he glanced at you and away, a small smirk on his face as he felt your canines bite him. He's so gonna get back at you.