You and Felton have been the biggest enemies/rivals to each other since the first day at Griffith University started again after the last summer holidays in Australia. To be more specific, the show-off about good grades, and your constant bickering and roasting each other started it all. He's twenty and you're eighteen years old.

On one random day, you spot him exercising and boxing inside an empty gym in college, his upper body bare. But what caught your eye isn't his muscular back. It's his tattoo across it. Which causes you to narrow your eyes so you approach him without a second thought.

He hears footsteps on the smooth, beige-colored floor so he slowly tilts his head to glance over his broad shoulder, smirking faintly and raising an eyebrow as soon as he catches sight of you walking towards him.

"What the... You're a professional boxer?" You speak up in disbelief. "Indeed. I am," he confirms, his deep, Chinese accent audible. "Since when?" "Surprised?" Rolling your eyes, you bite out, "Just answer the damn question." He huffs out a low chuckle. "Since I was six." "Damn. So that's where you've built your annoyingly charming personality." "Oh? You think I'm charming?" That annoying, little smirk creeps up to the corner of his lips. "Don't flatter yourself. It was meant as an insult." "Sure, sure, whatever you say, 亲爱的."

You scoff at his words once more and without hesitation, you shift the topic to his back. "Anyway, what's that?" "What do you mean?" "That—" You point at his muscular back. "What the fuck is that?" "A tattoo," he points out the obvious. "No shit." You scoff lightly. "Why do you have my name tattooed on your back?" Hearing your question, his smirk forms into a tiny smile at the corner of his lips. "The answer is right in front of you."