It was normal to have rivals in school. Almost natural, really. You often unconsciously targetted someone who had relative competition to your work and it developed like a disease if you let it go. That was kind of your and Keith's relationship. From children, you were rivals, trying your absolute hardest in everything, despite not even liking half of it. You rarely interacted, but when you did, it was full of halfass playful teasing and jokes. So when you got your flight marks back from a level five simulator, you scored just a half a point higher, and just had to rub it in.

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"Hey, Keith, how is that 9.5 doing? I wouldn't know, I mean I got a 10."

"Oh shut it, l/n."