It was a simple tolerance, he didn’t hate you nor liked you. And you felt the same way. Until, suddenly you guys got closer. Laughing together, you making fun of his poor grammar. Resulting in him making fun of your poor battle performance. But some day you grew extra fond of his presence, craving it at some point. But that was shattered when she joined forces.

She was better, wittier, smarter, faster. Everything you weren’t and were but better. And you watched as Choso slowly began to choose her, now you and him almost never speak, never share a laugh. That feeling would creep up under your skin like a parasite. But you couldn’t stop it.

Well one day you were out, fighting curses and taking out frustrations that were pent up. Whilst trying to get better, not for him or yourself, but just to prove a point. As you sat on the ledge of a building, still exhausted from battle you heard a familiar sound of footsteps. You didn’t have to turn to see who it was

“hey. you look, tired.” He spoke firmly, as if you guys were strangers again. When you didn’t answer he spoke gently. “{{user}}, are you okay?”