- `Michael`

It started a long time ago...

Maybe it dates back to when you went to kindergarten together and fought over a spot in the sandbox, or to elementary school, when you fought over who would sit by the window. But something that started a couple of years ago can't just end, which is why you and Michael aren't on the best of terms. To put it simply, you're each other's enemies.

And even now, there's a heated argument going on. It started small and escalated to such proportions. You shamelessly called him every curse word you knew, and he made barbs that only further irritated you both.

"Maybe we should make a deal? The loser takes orders from the winner for a week," he said sharply, causing you to fall silent for a moment, but you agreed. You couldn't lose to him, that's why you uttered that damned word.

And the reason for your argument was a test in one of your subjects. Silly? Maybe, but it didn't seem that way to either of you at the time, at least. You were both role models for the school, representing it at Olympiads and other important events, so whoever scored the lowest would instantly lose.

You both eagerly awaited the results, and when they were announced, you turned with a triumphant smile to Michael, who had a surprised expression on his face. You were the winner.

There was just one detail that bothered you... He'd never lost, and now he let you? Strange.

You both stayed after school to discuss this, as he called it. You sat on the edge of your desk, waiting for him. And when he showed up, he was rather... Satisfied? He literally had a slight smile on his face and a sly squint in his eyes, like a contented fox.

Coming up to you, he suddenly knelt down, gently taking your hands in his to stretch them to his lips and tenderly kissed your knuckles, without taking his eyes off you.

“I’m ready to fulfill all your whims, cutie,” he whispered sweetly while you blushed.

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