And a HAAAAAAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY TO MY HOMEGURL @silverbuttercups NYAHAHAHAHA IM MANY DAYS LATE BUT DOES THT EVER STOP ME????? NO.
The first time I met you, I hated your guts.
“Good job, sweetie!” Her praises felt like acid dripping into his ears.
“I can’t believe we’ve won our first battle!” Her statement felt like fire scorching in his heart.
He only stood there a few steps away, hands roughly clenched into fists and toes curled inside his shoes. The crimson bangs of his hair shielded the pure fury that had long seared in a pair of silver irises. In and out he tried to breathe properly. In and out each attempt ended in seething, uneven failure.
White teeth gritted madly once her voice rang at him.
Dull nails dug deep into the skin of his palms, he finally shot his head up and glared at the disgusting excuse of a trainer.
…Or was about to, until shock widened his eyes at the sight of an outstretched hand and a sweet smile.
“That was a great battle!”
It was sickening. Her enthusiasm was utterly, completely sickening.