He had won, after all that bloodshed, he had finally won.

You were rivals, ever since high school, you were supposed to hate him. So why, why did you feel tears welling up when you saw him? Why did you want to hug him and congratulate him?

What were you feeling?

You immediately rushed to his side, trying to help in any way possible. He had the biggest grin on his face, despite being injured and exhausted.

"I won" He said, his soft voice hoarse now.