Neither of you quite remembered when it had begun, it was irrelevant any way. All anybody knew (assuming that they had known either of you), was that Viktor and you abhored one another, truly.

It was a silly thing to most people, really, but not to you. You laughed when he didn't graduate early, and he'd scoff at you when your newest boyfriend would dump you.

And now, sitting in your History of Piltover class, the teacher has excellently paired you together. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.