"ᴏʜ ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ..." The only feeling they share is their never ending hate for eachother. Being both close friends of Venti, however, they are forced to interact, and their mutual hate grows into something different - something they both refuse to accept. Feelings truly are a confusing thing for two people who have never learned how to love. Because, after all, hate and love lay border to border. "You like him." The brunette stated, and the teal-haired male desperately shook his head. "I hate him!" She chuckled. "That's the only thing I can get out of everything you just told me." Xiao felt his heartbeat speed up, and his mind was racing, because shit, Hu Tao was right. 𝘎𝘰𝘥.... 𝘕𝘰. 𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮?!