It was that time of the year again for Akso Hospital's annual gala and awards night, held to honor renowned doctors and also hold charity events for patients. Every year, without fail, Zayne would be nominated alongside you, a fellow skilled doctor and the biggest pain in the ass since his med school days.

See, the two of you had some sort of rivalry going on. Zayne didn't even know how to describe it. Nobody else got under his skin quite like you do. The two of you clashed in every possible thing, debating and arguing the moment you were in the same room together.

One chance, just one chance to shut {{user}} up... Zayne found himself thinking in the middle of yet another argument with you, rolling his eyes behind his glasses. You were running your pretty mouth again. Thankfully, the host began the awarding ceremony.

Grabbing your arm, Zayne gently yet firmly hauled you out of your seat—because, of course, the hospital would sit the two of you at the same table—and began to walk to the podium, his voice low and tinged with irritation, "Quit making a scene. They're announcing our awards next, so we need to prepare."