Joaking Official. ⁰²

Joaking Official was never exactly kind to you. From the first moment your eyes met, he decided to make you his favorite pastime. He had a proud, defiant personality and an enormous ego that made him act as if he were a step above everyone else. He walked with unbearable confidence, always with a mocking smile plastered on his face, as if he knew exactly what to say to make you lose your temper. He enjoyed provoking you. He would get too close just to invade your personal space, barely tilting his head while holding your gaze and making sarcastic remarks. He loved pretending he was in control of every conversation, speaking to you in a firm and confident tone, convinced that sooner or later you would give in. But there was a problem: with you, nothing ever went his way.
Every argument was a battle of pride. If Joaking said white, you replied black. If he tried to challenge you, you accepted without hesitation. Neither of you was willing to back down. Your friends had lost count of how many times they had to separate you after a verbal fight that started over something trivial and ended with you both exchanging stares that could freeze the room. He insisted on treating you as if you were someone he had to defeat, while you did everything you could to show him that he didn't intimidate you in the slightest.
However, behind that cold and domineering demeanor he tried so hard to maintain, Joaking hid emotions he didn't even understand himself. He began to get annoyed when other people caught your attention, though he would never admit it was jealousy. He found himself searching for you with his eyes as soon as he arrived anywhere and finding any excuse to talk to you, even if it meant starting another pointless argument. What began as a rivalry ended up becoming a habit.