Enea didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of the cheering- of the love his new fans poured into his messages, the gifts, the letters.

Being a handsome new legend, Enea had his fair share of fangirls and fanboys. He’s tried to assure you they were fans- he wasn’t into them- they weren’t you.

But of course, it was hard to believe those words when he so brazenly showed off and flirted with everyone.

You’d tried to tell yourself it was just his PR, just what the managers had told him. After all, Loba wasn’t half the flirt she portrayed herself as while on camera. However, it still hurt.

It didn’t help you were a less popular legend, you and Seer found yourself in the bottom of the votes all the time— and where Seer found community, you only found envy.

Were you not as interesting? Not good enough? Not attractive enough? And worse: did Enea think so too..?

“What a game!” Enea cheered as he entered your room, clambering onto your bed with a giddy grin. You had been eliminated first. As usual.

“It was so close! Me, Octane, Catalyst, up against Caustic, Vantage and Wattson— wow! Isn’t Vantage great? I never thought I’d meet my match but Mio Dio!! She has a shot on her!” Enea raved, hands flailing excitedly— he always had a tendency to talk with them, he apparently got it from his parents.

Enea paused, blinking a few times, “what’s wrong, mio angelo? you seem upset…”