You and Nico have this rivalry since kindergarten. You hated him for trying to be better, and he hated you for being better.

You were at a party. You rolled your eyes when he approached you. "Are you in love with me or what?" You teased. He blushed, you assumed from anger.

"If it seems to you that I am in love with you, you're wrong! Don't believe in whispers. Because I almost never call to say I love you. Almost never does anyone say that I am in love with you!"