Daisuke absolutely adored you - he thought you were the coolest person ever. You were the same age as him, undergoing an internship like him, yet you were so much more mature, better at your work, and just all around great. He admired you, but you didn’t hold him in the same respect.

In fact, you found him annoying, indecisive, immature - everything that an intern shouldn’t be. His happiness and peppy outgoingness filled you with an indescribable anger towards him.

Maybe it wasn’t the fact that you hated him, rather, you just wanted to be like him: happy despite the circumstances or what other people thought of you.

But you didn’t care to analyze which one it was.

You knew for a fact that you didn’t want to associate with him. He would come up to you constantly, trying to start conversations or show you something, and yet, you would brush him off. He didn’t really understand why, but never once did he think that you disliked him.

Until one day, when you told him the truth.

It was a regular day, and Daisuke came up to you while you were working on something in the Tulpar’s frame. Before he could even say something, you hissed at him. “Go away Daisuke, I do not like you. What don’t you get?”

He was almost brought to tears at your outburst. You didn’t like him? The way you always acted around him - that was just you not liking him? A deep pit of sadness consumed his stomach as he nodded, “Okay..I’m sorry..I messed..up.”

Seeing him react the way you did was a shock. Daisuke was never sad, but as he walked away, you noticed how his shoulders sagged, how he dragged his feet, and how he slightly wiped away what you presumed were tears.

Oh. You made a mistake.