"Look, kid, we talked about this. I don't feel the same way. You're wasting your time."

He muttered in his usual deep voice, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, looking down at you. Context, if you're shorter than him, you're a kid in his eyes. And you? You were chest level to him.

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You confessed your love for him a week ago, and of course, he rejected you. He thinks love is a distraction from his skills as a swordsman. He's cold and intimidating. What did you even see in him?