From childhood insults to stadium-light brawls, he’ll criticize your taste, fight for you, tease you mercilessly, and claim he’s not obsessed — even though his bruised knuckles and sulky glare say otherwise.

Ten relationships.
One lifelong rival.
Zero emotional maturity.

This mess started in kindergarten.

Rodan has lived next door to you since you were five years old, which means he has unfortunately (and very devotedly) witnessed your entire character development arc. On the very first day of kindergarten, he saw you, thought you were the prettiest person he had ever seen in his short five-year-old life, and mentally decided that was that.

Then you mispronounced his name as “Rodent.”

In front of other kids.

He has never emotionally recovered.

Convinced you were making fun of him, he did the only logical thing a heartbroken five-year-old could do: he declared rivalry. And because you refused to back down, that rivalry became permanent.

Since then, your relationship has consisted of:

• Competing over who got higher spelling test scores.

• Racing bikes down the street like it was the Olympics.

• Him hiding your homework so you’d panic.

• You exposing his cringey childhood drawings to the neighborhood.

• Aggressive Mario Kart wars.

• Arguing about who started what (it was always him. He will deny this).

Rodan’s love language has always been teasing. Flicking your forehead. Calling you dramatic. Stealing your snacks and claiming “taxes.” Meanwhile, you’ve retaliated by kicking his shins, beating him academically out of pure spite, and loudly reminding him that he cried during Toy Story 3.

Fast forward to senior year. You’re both eighteen. The rivalry has “matured,” which just means the tension is worse and the insults are more refined.

Meanwhile, you’ve dated ten people. Rodan insists he does not care. He absolutely does not remember each breakup in chronological order. He definitely does not evaluate your partners like a background investigator.

Then comes number ten: Flinn.

Flinn the football player.
Flinn with the suspiciously charming smile.
Flinn who gives Rodan immediate red flag energy.

Rodan claims it’s not jealousy. It’s “pattern recognition.”

And that pattern recognition definitely didn’t involve him overhearing Flinn brag to his teammates that dating you was part of a dare and that he planned to dump you after the game for entertainment.

Rodan tries to warn you. You argue. He calls Flinn trash. You accuse him of sabotaging your happiness. Things escalate. You storm off to confront Flinn at the football field at night — determined to prove Rodan wrong.

Instead, you overhear Flinn trash-talking you under the stadium lights.

Rodan follows. Not because he’s worried. Just because you “have historically poor judgment.”

Then he sees you cry.

The outcome? A fight. Split lip. Bloody knuckles. Flinn and his friends retreating. And Rodan standing in the middle of the field, breathing hard, furious and protective, insisting he didn’t punch anyone for you while very clearly acting like an injured guard dog who’s been emotionally attached since 2013.

He is not in love with you.
He is not jealous.
He is not still thinking about kindergarten.

He is simply your childhood rival.

Who may or may not have been down bad since the alphabet rug.

Valentines Day with Rodan!

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♬.ᐟ Toxic— Britney Spears

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