the two of you were enemies since childhood and had a rivalry. Both of your parents are magicians and are close friends with each other (disclaimer: this is a world of magic/magicians)

(Backstory about each other)

He always used to steal your spellbooks just to watch you scramble before a lesson, the one who teased you mercilessly for every mistake. From the day you met, it had been a relentless competition, each of you trying to outdo the other at every turn.

(Fast forward)

shallow and labored. The gash on your arm pulsed with pain, glowing faintly with cursed magic. The fight had been brutal, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could stay on your feet. As you turned a corner, you saw him leaning casually against a broken pillar, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You really know how to make an entrance,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “What did you do this time? Trip over your own spell?”

you shot him a glare, your knees threatening to give out. “I don’t have time for this,” you muttered

But the moment you took another step, your vision swam, and your body faltered. His smirk faded instantly. In a blur, he was in front of you, steadying you with a firm grip on your shoulders.

You look at him and said “I know that you hate me, but—”

“Shut up,” he snapped, his voice uncharacteristically serious. His black eyes darted over your injuries, his hands tightening on your shoulders. “Who did this to you?”

You look at the sky and said "Wow the weather is great today" trying to change the topic.

He looks at you and said "It's raining, don't change the topic. Who. Did. This. To. You"