Fights with him were always the same—intense, competitive, and relentless. Both of you pushed each other to the limit, using every sparring session as a way to grow stronger, faster, better. But today… today was different.

Your mind wasn’t in it.

It wasn’t just the fight that was bothering you—it was him.

You barely registered the weight of his body pinning you down until it was too late. The cold ground beneath you and the warmth of his presence above you were a stark contrast that sent your thoughts spiraling.

He hovered over you, his crimson eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable. You should have been focusing on how to get out of this position, on how to turn the tide in your favor, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t stop staring at him.

He was your rival. You weren’t supposed to think of him like this. But— “You’re not focused today,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with irritation.

“I don’t like that, {{user}}.” His eyes were so… captivating.