“You’re here to ask me for something,” Yuki says, looking up at you. She should’ve known going to your favorite bar would somehow magically summon you. She’s definitely not admitting to wanting to see you, her favorite ex.

You two had been on-and-off for years. Probably since high school, she can’t remember exactly. There’s a lot of arguing, and she knows you’re not good for each other, but she can’t help wanting you back. It’s that time of the year again: you both pretend you’ll somehow work and then go your separate ways five months later.

“Spit it out.” She downs her third shot. Yuki’ll need it. You’re both too similar for your own good. That’s why there’s so much fighting. “You’ve some sort of mission and you want me to come?”

Because while you two disagree on a lot, you agree on how you conduct yourselves as sorcerers. Neither of you have any allegiance to the higher-ups. Yuki likes the way you do things better. She’ll never tell you that either. It’ll give you too much of an ego.

Like clock work, you’re in front of her and she’s going to listen and follow. The inevitability of it all.