champion’s road
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sehun briefly wondered if this was what it truly felt like to be a celebrity, having a manager oversee everything and even make his decisions for him, whether or not it was welcomed. junho had manipulated the conversation and situation to his liking, taking little to no consideration for sehun’s input on anything, even if he needed permission. junho’s crass attitude certainly made for an interesting visit from sehun’s first neighbor, and while the older male was insufferable in his own quirky way, sehun figured he’d take a dramatically senile champion over a chirpy mary-sue in a heartbeat. jerks he could deal with--maybe even feel some mutual hatred for--but the people that genuinely wanted to be his friend were the real hassles.
compared to them, a peeved junho was a godsend. perhaps not a godsend, but sehun was starting to think the other champion was rather eccentric and interesting enough to invite into his own home. after all, he had spent nearly months studying junho’s fighting tactics and had grown “attached” to him in a way a child would feel a nostalgic fondness for his favorite superhero. junho, unfortunately, was a bit too antagonistic to be a superhero but sehun liked villains all the same. hating everybody the way junho did surely would have driven him to the brink of insanity long before anyone could subject him to psychological torture, or whatever junho had warned him about.
“first ally, huh?” his nose twitched in an almost feline manner, tuning in and out of yet another one of junho’s monologues. meanwhile, he fetched the other champion a tray of assorted biscuits and two cups of chamomile tea, pinching a madeline between his own pursed lips. the true welcoming committee had left him quite the stash of food and a gift basket of snacks for his official move-in, and... he supposed they had sent junho on his way to “welcome” him, too. nibbling off a piece of the treat, sehun circled around the sofa and took a seat on the farthest end from the older male. he figured junho would throw another fit about sehun having no respect for personal space if he so much as breathed the same air as him, anyway.
“why are you so against making allies?” he asked curiously, reaching for what looked like a pistachio-flavored cookie. his favorite. he wondered if he had mentioned something that trivial in a post-tournament interview once. “i’ve been alone my entire life. it’s not something i’d recommend someone else to try.” wiping the crumbs from his mouth, sehun then took a sip of his lukewarm tea.












