Tag: ff xv

Can I have a matchup please? i’m 5′ tall and petite. I have straight black hair with purple highlights, I also wear glasses (i like to joke around that i’m blind without them). I’m 23 years old. I love animals, books and food. I tend to be the quiet (awkward) one in groups and i have a somewhat dark and dry sense of humor. i try to do new things since i have social anxiety and it kinda helps. Thank you!!!

I match you with Ignis!

He’s a gentle person, and understanding. Despite his seriousness he also has a wicked sense of humor that’d get along with your dark and dry one. Both of you wear glasses, so I think he’d know little things to tease you about and to do with them that no one else would. (Like leaving a finger print on the lenses when you’re not looking.) Or maybe as a joke holding them in his hand while you’re looking for them.

Books he enjoys, but if you like food, and perhaps learning about it, he’d gladly welcome you into the kitchen with him to learn a thing or two. Not to mention he’s so stead and mentally solid, if your anxiety ever got the better of you, I think he’d know what to do to calm you down. 

Howdy! Can I get a match up please (if it’s ok ;3)? I’m 4’10” and has black hair and brown eyes. I’m a massive introvert, as I get scared around anyone, including friends and strangers. Because I’m such a smol, I get scared easily in crowds (everyone is a giant) and just when anyone just enters my space. I like to draw and paint, as well as swim (cuz I love le ocean :3). My friends say I’m mischievous and a bit of a lowkey-mom friend. But I’m also the quiet friend in my circle. Thanks ^^

I match you with Prompto!

The mom friend would be welcome with Prompto I think. Though he can take care of himself, having someone that might help watch over his shoulder would be welcome. In crowds, if you’d allow it, he’d like to hold your hand so you wouldn’t get lost and let you lead him where you’d want to go. Seeing your drawings and paintings would be a treat for him. 

The most panicky couple award goes too…

Kidding. In all honesty, trying to keep each other calm in scary situations would help I think. You both would have something other than your fear to focus on. You’re both a bot on the mischievous side, so things would be interesting between you both. (Picture the prank wars.) And because you’re so quiet, no one would suspect that you’re mischievous anyways. 

Are you still accepting matchups? If so, could I please request one? I’m early 20s, 5’5.5″ (the half inch is super important) with short brown hair. I’m very petite, and can be pretty quiet unless I’m alone with a person, in which case I can talk for hours. Despite that, I’m still more of a listener. I’m an artist, studying 3D and animation, and I always take a lot of pride in the things I make, almost to a fault. I can also play guitar and I haven’t slept properly in almost 3 years. Thanks!!

I match you with Noctis!

It’s be a quiet relationship, one where both of your wouldn’t feel the need to fill the silence. He’d prefer anything said between the two of you to be just the two of you anyways. He seems like he’d be a private person. Not only that, but we all know he sort of bottled things up when he really shouldn’t. So having someone that’s good at listening would also be good for him.

You’re both proud people, and I don’t see this being a problem really, it would just be something to watch out for that you both wouldn’t get too proud. He’d be interested in your art, and I’m sure he’d love listening to you play guitar. (Plus, I think both of you would have issues sleeping, so staying up late and passing the time with each other would be a thing.)

Happy to see another awesome FFXV imagines blog! I really enjoyed reading the Noctis and childhood friend-who-becomes-his-s/o writing you did and I was wondering if you could please do that for Iggy. I really love the idea of him having a longtime s/o, especially when it comes to the chapter 9 (and beyond) stuff lol. ^^ Thanks so much!!

Alrighty! 😀

It’d be a quiet friendship. One of the ones where you just see each other, and decide, “Yes, this is my person.”

They’d first meet when they’re 8. Ignis would be on his way into his lessons, and they’d be on their way out. Both are training to be advisers in the future, though they would be training for a lower tier than Ignis. 

It would only take moment, but from then on when they’d see each other going from one lesson tutor to the next, they’d stop and talk for a few minutes, becoming friends. (Though they’d, in the spirit of professionalism, call each other colleagues as they grew older.)

This would go on for a few years, and eventually it would lead to them talking everyday on their phone in their spare time.

He’d talk about his future advising the prince, and some of the troubles he had with that.

They’d talk about how it was to sit in on their parent’s advising sessions with the council and some of the troubles they’d be dealing with when they were older.

Occasionally in high school, they’d meet up for lunch or dinner to talk face to face. Even if they worked in the same place, and in the same field even, it was rare that they’d actually see each other due to their duties. 

(Also in high school they’d start dating other people, much to everyone around them’s distress.)

They also wouldn’t see each other unless they scheduled each other in. 

People would start gently prodding at them, wondering if they realized their own depth of feelings for the other.

Both, to be honest, are oblivious to their own feeling. But this was one of the rare cases where it’d work. Neither would push or pull in either direction, and things would just happen naturally without any words said.

In later years something would shift between them and they’d actually schedule moments together at work. Not to talk or anything, but just to be in each other’s presence. 

(It would also be at this point in time both have stopped dating other people, figuring that dating isn’t for them.)

Outside of work would also have shifted. They’d be comfortable enough to sleep over at each other’s apartments. They’d even sit on the couch and just nestle together. (When had they grown comfortable with contact with one another? Neither knew, it just sort of happened.)

Surprisingly, neither would state they’re dating. (No matter how much literally EVERYONE was pressuring it to turn into that.) Both wouldn’t want to hurt what they had with one another by labeling it.

All others in the Citadel have an unspoken rule of ‘DO NOT PURSUE EITHER OF THEM FOR THEIR OWN SAKE’ but visitors don’t know this.

Which leads to some situational jealousy when visiting noble children take a fancy to one of them. But both would just have to bite their tongue and walk the other way, lest they say something offensive due to this sudden uncontrollable possessiveness they felt. 

They’re so dense about their own feeling they wouldn’t even understand why they felt possessive. Meanwhile, everyone around them would be like, dropping hints. EVEN GLADIO would be aware of it, but know better than to push. (Noctis and Prompto on the other hand are full on like, trying to think of how to get them to realize how much they care for one another. MEDDLING.)

(It frustrates EVERYONE when they still introduce each other as colleagues even after all this time. ‘Can’t they say FRIEND at least?’) 

It’s only when it’s revealed that Ignis will be leaving for a year that they realize they’ve seen each other everyday for years, and neither really knows how to deal with this revelation. (I lowkey head canon that he was sent to travel for a year to get to know the world and see how things work outside of the crown city. As a finishing element in his education to be Noctis’ adviser.)

In the months leading up to his departure, they’d both have time to think of how they felt for each other, grow closer, and finally consider themselves dating. 

Their first kiss was…well, it was something else considering they’re pretty sure they’ve loved each other since they were children. All that pent up tension gone into this one kiss.

(Side note;  I think they’d enjoy still keeping it on the down low. Everyone is still exasperated with them and unaware that their relationship finally shifted into romance.)

When he finally does go, they’d both try and call each other often. But with his future s/o’s duties picking up, they’d be hard pressed for times to talk.

Upon his return, nothing outwardly would change. Both would be full fledged advisers and adults, and keep everything about themselves professional. 

Outside of work though, they keep it hidden that they live together unofficially. They have half their things at his place, he has half his things in theirs. 

Both aren’t very worried when it’s announced that he’ll be escorting Noctis to his wedding. It’ll be a month at most right? They bid their goodbyes earlier the day he leaves and both fall into their usual routines. 

But then Insomnia falls. And there’s no answer to his phone calls. He’d worry endlessly, but both have always put their duties before each other. That was what they’re trained to do after all. 

Things seem a lot bleaker to him, and it shows through subtly in his interactions with the others. 

It isn’t until much later, when they reach Lestallum after the mess with the titan, that he receives a call from an unknown number. He doesn’t answer and they don’t leave a message. 

However, when they’re doing a supply run after getting back the Regalia, he catches sight of them. It’s one of the rare moments he loses his composure and actually SPRINTS over to them.

They drop everything in their arms, which luckily wasn’t much, and throw their arms around him. After he’d put them down, they’d start talking and just, losing themselves in each other. 

They both thought the other dead. 

They’d spend the night catching up with one another, Ignis actually letting Noctis out of his sight for the night. They’d describe the fall of the city, and how they manged to survive. Not many of the advisers did it’s revealed. Most fell trying to guard the king. 

They’d even reveal that at one point in time, they had almost died. 

Ignis would also share his experiences on the road, and what the future may bring. 

(TBH the boys would be lowkey tailing them, along with Iris, because HOLY SHIT THEY’VE BEEN DATING FOR HOW LONG?) 

But in the morning they’d have to leave each other’s side again. But this time they have a way to contact each other and his S/O would wait for him to call. They never dared call him in case he was in a dangerous situation. 

They’d wait for him to visit as well, never pressuring him to come back to them. 

Their relationship would probably be the most stable thing in Ignis’ life actually. And that fact that they’d be willing to stand by him through everything would mean the world to him. 

Headcanon with Noctis & s/o spending time at the Chocobo Ranch. Bonus: The little chocobos follow her/him because they really like him/her for some reason. How will the sleepy prince react ^-^

Awwww. Will do!

Upon arriving at the ranch, the two would split away from the others for a while.

Noctis’ S/O wouldn’t say anything, but he’d still notice that constantly being on the move was starting to wear on them. 

He’d be the one to bring up the idea to spend time together, and they’d readily agree. Though, they’d be the one to suggest the Chocobo Ranch. 

The others would busy themselves with other things, or even just relax in the caravan. (But Prompto will occasionally sneak up on them to snap a picture or two.)

Their first stop would be Wiz, to get something a snack on before going to see the Chocobos. 

It would be then that Noctis’ S/O would notice that they have an admirer. 

It’d start with a tugging at their shoe laces and a peep would be heard from under the table. 

They’d both look under and see a Chocobo chick trying to get the S/O’s attention. The S/O would laugh and bend down to pick it up, letting it nestle into their lap while they ate. 

Absent mindedly, they’d run their hand through it’s feathers and it’d fall asleep on them. 

When they’d finish eating, they’d gently wake it and place it back on the ground. 

It would be then that they’d go over to the shop and buy some gysahl greens to feed the chocobos in the pens.

Upon arriving over by the pens, one of the older Chocobos would start rearranging his S/O’s hair and clothes, grooming them.  It’d then squawk at them indignantly if they tried leaving it. (Perhaps because they now smell like a baby chocobo from the one having slept in their lap?)

So they’d decide to rent a pair and go for a ride around the ranch. 

And of course they’d stumble on the race tracks. Noctis’ S/O would automatically want to race. (Because of course they do.)

So they’d give it a try and whoops, they were not expecting that a chocobo could move so fast. 

They’d both not really trying to win, they just want to see how fast they could go. 

But suddenly a sabertooth would jump out and take a swipe at them. (Where’d it come from?)

Noctis would summon his sword and his S/O would summon their lance and they’d try and take it out as fast as possible. The last thing Wiz needed was another incident like Deadeye happening. 

It’d be over quick, but his S/O’s arm would be injured.

Their chocobo would be distraught and would’t let Noctis near them when it realizes that they’re hurt. So they have to ride back to the chocobo ranch before being able to treat it.

They wouldn’t mind, they’d laugh at the situation in all honesty. “I think it adopted me.”

They’d get back, leave the chocobo in the pen (though it’d throw a fit when they walk away) and go to where the others are to pick up a potion for his S/O.

After being healed, they’d just go and sit and pet the chocobo’s for a while. 

The baby one from earlier would see them and start hopping along behind them, peeping occasionally to try and get their attention again. And this time it has a friend with it.

They’d entertain the two with attention for a bit before returning their attention to the older ones. They’d go and calm the chocobo they had ridden earlier, and though it wouldn’t understand, reassure it that they’re fine. 

It’s nuzzle them, and let them leave after that because…

There would now be three chick following them. Believe me, they’d be confused but Noctis would chuckle at the sight. 

They’d allow it and go sit in the grass beside the shop to just sit and talk. Which of course, would allow the three chicks to nestle all around them. They’d peck at Noctis if he tried to touch his S/O.

“I wonder why they like you so much.” “Heck if I know.” 

He’d find it SO DAMN CUTE seeing his s/o with the little chocobos.

Cue the resident black chocobo baby hopping along and perching on Noctis. However, they’d be facing his S/O and ignoring him.

They’d both get a laugh out of it, and notice that the others were starting to nestle around them as well. 

(Prompto would be dying of the cuteness, and a bit jealous, but taking pictures or the two with all the chicks none the less.)

His S/O would end up with about 5 baby chocobos sitting with them, and Noctis, by proximity, would end up with three. 

Wiz would walk over and comment on the amount. Apparently, Chocobo babies weren’t really the cuddly type. (It would normal for the chocobo chicks to take a liking to at least one person a day and follow them around for a bit. But it was a little abnormal that so many liked the same person and even stuck around them for so long.)

Noctis would, oddly enough, be a little proud of his S/O at this. 

They laugh it off and comment that animals always seemed to like them. 

Eventually though, they’d have to shoo them away so they could retire for the night. (But not without their ‘chocobo mom’ preening them when they pass by before letting them leave for bed.)

The only down side is both parties would be finding chocobo down in their hair for DAYS. 

Bonus: Upon meeting Aranea and her seeing how different animals acted around them, she’d mention how their deposition reminded her of the beast tamers in Niflheim, “If you’d grown up there you’d fit right in with them.”

(Lowkey, they’d secretly start trying out some of what Aranea mentions and, to their surprise, it works.) (Now imagine the first time they try this skill out in battle and it works on a coeurl.)

2nd Bonus: I headcanon that Niflheim had a lot of job classes that Insomnia doesn’t. (Like dragoons)

Some angsty fluff with his s/o and him fighting about her going on a hunt with out him in the morning?

She’d wake up before the sun rose. She’d have been sleeping by Gladio in their hotel bed. Normally, they’d wake up together and go and spar, or maybe go for a run together. But the night before, perhaps, had been a trial. Maybe they’d simply been outside late, or maybe they’d been a large fight the night before. Point is, no one would be alert enough to notice her slipping out and getting her jacket. Even Gladio would be dead to the world.

But not her surprisingly. She’d be good at functioning on little sleep, and lately she was the one who’d wake up the other. But they needed the rest. Plus, it’d worry her endlessly that they were starting to run low on gil. So she’d have made the decision to go on a bounty herself. After dressing for the day and before leaving she’d press a kiss to Gladio’s forehead and whisper that she’d be back soon. Not that he’d hear her of course. 

She’d leave and go to the nearby diner and speak to the tipster there. After picking which bounty she was going to go after, she’d remember to take her tags out of her pocket and put them around her neck. Just in case. Perhaps she used to be a hunter before meeting Gladio and used to do this on her own all the time. Perhaps this was her first hunt alone. Either way, she’d want a way to identify her if anything went wrong. 

So she’d go, and one by one she’d lure her bounty away from their group and take them out. She knew if she fought them as a whole, as the boys often did, she’d be overwhelmed in seconds. But she worked though them all slowly, and though there were a few moments where she’d been nearly hurt, she made it through alright. She’d notice at some point during her hunt the beasts had managed to claw off her tags and a piece of her jacket. She’d figured she’d find them later and continue with her hunt.

It is during this time that the other woke up. Of course, Gladio is slightly startled when he sees her missing. But he accepts the other’s explanations. Perhaps she was hungry and went for breakfast? Or maybe she’s just exploring around outside waiting for them. Though you can imagine he’d be a little distraught when they get to the diner and find out where she went. But she could take care of herself right? 

But that’s when news of some possible tags laying on the ground. Right in the location she was hunting. The boys would then kind of hurry out there and look for her. And of course they’d find them right where they were rumored to be. With no other sign of her, Gladio would just sort of shut down. But then she’d come around a corner, a bit bruised but otherwise perfectly fine. It’d be noon by then, and she’d smile at them all not seeing anything wrong with all of them there. Then she’d notice her tags in Gladio’s hands, the expression on his face, and dart over to him.

Generally, at the sight of how scared he looked, she’d panic and try to reassure him, ‘No, love, I’m right here, I just dropped my tags earlier.’

He’d wrap her in a hug and would refuse to let go. Even when she’d try pulling away. Recognizing that she’d scared him, she ask the others to give her a minute with him. She’d sigh after they left and ask if he was alright. 

‘Of course not,’ he’d say, ‘I thought…your tags…What were you thinking coming out here alone!?’

She’d actually feel a little offended by that statement. ‘Gladie, I can take care of myself out here. I’m not hurt, look.’ 

Eventually, this would dissolve into a heated argument, all while Gladio refused to let her go. Which, would start to irritate her since she, when angry, the last thing she wants is a hug. She’d hold her own point that he should have more faith in her abilities. He’d argue that if her enemies got close enough to take a swipe at her neck, she’d needed someone there to watch her back. Which would dissolve into even more fighting. She’d manage to pull away to arms length during this, but no further. She’d be about to launch right back into the argument, but Gladio would cut her off with a kiss. Which would surprise her into being quiet. 

‘Just let me worry alright?’ he’d whisper against her mouth. ‘You scared me when I found your tags.’

She sigh and finally nod. “Fine, worry all you want. But it doesn’t change that you’re overreacting. I’m not dead.”

This unfortunately for her, would lead to him throwing her over his shoulder and going to rejoin the rest of the group. She’d squawk indignantly and demand to be put down, her face burning. But her demand would be ruined by her laughing. They’d find the others and he still wouldn’t put her down. 

Revenge for making him worry he’d say, and she’d go dead weight in retaliation. (Not that it helped.) He’d get back to the car and finally put her down. She’d grab his hand and finally whisper to him that she was sorry for scaring him. 

It’d be relatively peaceful until the tipster reveals that the bounty was for 5 Albinogins. They’d start arguing again, and he’d be having some serious doubts about her judgement. She’d point out she knew what she could handle, and restate the fact that she WASN’T hurt. They’d argue into the night, but stay holding hands. 

Alright! So… what about a headcanon with Noctis and his s/o are tricking Ignis. Because he wants Noctis to eat his vegetables and is s/o always eat his vegetables when Ignis doesn’t look at them. That could sometimes be really difficult. How would they manage it? oAo

I can picture them eating with each other a lot, but oddly enough not when camping. Which is a part of their plan. Ignis would put vegetables on Noctis’ plate and expect them to be eaten. So they’d sit across each other and wait until his back was turned and they were done eating what they wanted. For Noctis, he’d eat everything but the vegetables, and for his S/O, They’d try to leave something else for Noctis to eat in exchange for his vegetables. 

Then his S/O would get up and walk in front of Noctis, swap plates with him in a fluid movement, and keep walking away with the veggies. It was easy and smooth and Ignis had yet to catch them. (They’d been doing this since they were young after all.) 

Gladio would feel as if he was betraying Ignis a little, but the first time they did this, they had walked over to him and promptly threatened to kick his shins everyday, for the rest of his life, if he ratted them out. So he doesn’t say a word, and even gets a chuckle out of how practiced the two are. 

Prompto on the other hand, they’d just have to shoot a look at and he’d turn the other way. He’d remember when they were in high school, and Noctis’ S/O sat on him and tickled him until he begged for mercy for a rather unsavory picture he once took of them. He did NOT want to cross them ever again. 

Hya! Can I request a fluffy scenario with Ignis and his S/O, it maybe a month after his trauma and his is still stubborn and unwelcoming, so they run him a bath, give him a massage with scented oils and tenderly kisses all over his scars?

Sure! No problem. (It kind of ended up being angsty fluff though. ._. And probably not what was requested. Sorry in advance if it’s not what you expected.) 

They would decide to wait for him. They’d want to scream and cry for him, because he was clearly hurting, but they’d hold themself together. He was holding himself together they’d think, so what right would they have to fall apart for him? No, while he was still pushing everyone away, they would wait for him to be ready to accept people once more.

Though that wouldn’t change that they’d care for him. Every time the boys were in town, they’d stop by their house. It was a large one, and each had their own rooms to stay in when they were here. Something that was both a blessing and a curse. 

The others would want to go explore, to breath, to take a break from each other. But Ignis would just shut himself in his room, and sit in the dark, and brood. But they’d try to reach him. They’d be relentless in trying to get him to show the affection he once had for them. 

His S/O would miss contact with him. Because they did still love him no matter what he’d believed. They’d go to him and ask if he’d like a bath to wash off the dust from the road. After a pause he’d agree. So they’d go and run one, making sure the temperature is too high and maybe even adding some stress relieving bath salts to the water. When it was ready, they’d go to fetch him. He’d know his way around and would go to the bathroom himself. But as he’d start closing the door, they’d catch his hand in theirs, bring it up to their mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles before walking away.

A small gesture to reassure him they loved him. Even if he shut the door on them afterward, they’d just want to keep that fresh in his mind. They’d walk away and then return half an hour later with a towel and a fresh set of clothes. They’d leave them outside the door, knock, and let him know they were there. 

He’d be able to get dressed on his own for the most part, so they’d leave him to it. They’d maybe return in another half hour to check what he wanted to eat. But they’d find him sitting on the bed with his shirt miss buttoned. He’d admit he has trouble with figuring out what goes where now, and they’d only reassure him it’s fine. He’d get it soon enough. They’d go over and help his fix his shirt with feather light touches, and then step away.

As they’d be about to leave the room, he’d grab their hand and just hold it. A silent plea to stay with him. One that they’d readily agree to. They’d lead him over to the bed and sit down with him. It’d be a rare moment when he’d want company. They’d sit next to him and lean their forehead against his shoulder while still holding his hand. It’d be silent in the room for a long time. They wouldn’t speak, because what could they say? Neither would know.

They’d just sit and breath and hold each other. Eventually his S/O would be the one to break the silence. “I love you.” They’d whisper. “And I know you’re angry right now. But I will wait. Even if you are never the same, I’ll wait.”

Because it’s unknown at this point in time if his vision would ever return. They just know that if it doesn’t, they’d still love him. He wouldn’t say anything in response and they’d get up to leave to start on dinner. But before leaving, they’d press a kiss to his cheek.The others would return to eat and things would be a bit more lively. But it would still be muted between the two. 

But that would change hours later when he’d invite them to sit with him that night rather than sitting alone in his room. They’d lay in bed together, and eventually they’d start talking. The conversation would start off quiet, but it’d quickly turn light hearted. He’d laugh like he used to and for a while they could pretend everything was normal. And when he’d stretch his arms above his head and sigh in annoyance they’d offer to try and work some of the tension in his muscle out.

“I’m good with my hands.” They’d smile, and so he could ‘see’ it, they’d bring his hand to the corner of their mouth. 

He’d agree, though a bit hesitantly. They’d press a kiss to his fingertips and state they’d be right back before getting up and going to their own room to grab what they’d need and return. He wouldn’t have moved and would be ‘staring’ off into the distance. Though he would turn his head upon hearing them reenter. 

They’d check to make sure it’d be alright to remove his shirt first, and his face would show his discomfort with the thought, but he’d oblige. I can picture that his face wasn’t the only thing that was scarred, which is why he’d be a little self conscious. He’d be able to feel his scars, but wouldn’t know how they would look. But his S/O wouldn’t be fazed. Instead of commenting on them, they’d guide him into laying on his stomach and get to work on rubbing out any knots in his muscles.

They’d talk, and occasionally laugh while they worked, and he’d relax and nearly drift off while they did. His S/O would think he was asleep. They wouldn’t really think about it, but they’d lean forward and press a kiss against one of the scars on his back, and start to leave. But he’d suddenly grab them and pull them into bed with him. At first they’d try to wiggle away as a joke but then give up and just settle against him.

Behind them he’d start to speak about suddenly going blind. How it was to be unable to see the world. To be unable to see them. He’d describe what it was like and what it took from him. His fears and his worries, and how for the first time in his life, his future was unclear. 

His S/O would turn around in his arms, and circle their own around him. They’d start pressing kisses along the scars on his shoulder. The ones hidden by his hairline. The ones on his temple. They’d kiss both eyelids and whisper promises to him. The scars wouldn’t take his friends. They wouldn’t take over his life. They would not take away those who love him. 

Then they’d just curl up together, laying in the darkness of the room and simply letting silence wash over them until they’d fall asleep. 

Hi, I’d like a match up! I am a 5’4, 20 year old woman. I have tawny straight hair past my shoulders and green-grey eyes with glasses, and I’m curvy with a bit of chubb. I am extroverted but won’t speak unless spoken to, and love debates, history, books, anime, and video games, but making art is my passion. I am a spitfire who cares deeply about friends and am mature for my age. I swear like a sailor yet I’m classy and polite, but I also have a rather sizeable vocabulary. Thank you!!

I match you with Gladio!

Personality wise, I think you two would mesh very well. Though his main focus is Noctis, he cares for his friends just as deeply. And I think with him initiating the conversations with you, and setting the tone out right, you two would have long talks and maybe even discussions about both your hobbies and duties. That would be the gentle part of this relationship.

You’re both spitfires when it comes down to it. I can picture that if you ever have disagreeing opinions on something, you’d just keep sort of bouncing all that fire off each other, and turning yourselves into infernos. I’m pretty sure you’d both have an extensive vocabulary, and would probably scare the shit out of the other boys when you argue. 

But underneath it all you’d get along. You’d love that neither of you will bend so easily. Though, I can imagine that he’d enjoy messing with you by picking you up over his shoulder and just spinning around while you demand for him to stop and put you down. Or you’d just go dead weight and whine at him for tormenting you. (but if he ever took your glasses, you’d probably draw the line there and ignore him until he gave them back.)