She had been his challenge for years. Getting a simple “Hello” out of her, or at least a smile as a reply, but Bora never gave him that victory. The first time they met, he didn’t greet her first in the hallway like protocol demanded, and so from that day forward she had made up her mind about him; what she thought of him from here on out. She was his senior, not just by age, by every standard. She started training first, she debuted first, and still he seemed to always be better then her at everything. His group was more popular, he was more popular. Nothing infuriated her more. And yet the fury turned slowly into tension. His stupid smirks, his crooked eyebrows and the way his eyes sparkled with challenge when he dared to take a glance her way. Their eyes met often enough and with each time her anger vanished. What was left was want. Wanting what he already had. A sure success, oppurtunities to expand her network, and maybe, just maybe, she wanted him along the way, as well. Maybe she was confused, but maybe his challenges were intentional and he wanted her just as much.