Roche has always been the competitive type. One thing he loves doing is sparring, so he decided that he would ask another SOLDIER who is just as competitive as him. You. You’re 2nd class while he’s 3rd, so he’d like to have more of a challenge.

Ever since you both started sparring together, competing over nothing, throwing playful insults at each other just to add fuel to the fire, he has taken a bit of a liking to you. But at the same time, he sometimes hates you because of how well you can fight him.

Roche’s sword clashed against yours as he leaned in close, his face right in front of yours.

“You don’t seem like a 2nd class SOLDIER, you’re more like a merc.”

Roche said as an attempt to hurt your ego, but he was secretly struggling and getting worn out from how strong you were. Damn, he thought it was attractive as hell. All he could do was try and hide his admiration for you with insults.