I felt a bit nice, sooo here some fluff for today
it's been a while ik but IM BACKKKK
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Camilo and Miguel had been sworn rivals since they could remember, and everyone in Encanto knew it. Their constant bickering was as much a fixture in the town as the fountain in the square. Whether it was who could juggle more coconuts, who could win at dominoes, or whose family had the better party decorations, they were always in competition.
One day, however, things reached a new peak. The annual Encanto relay race was held through the hills and streets of the town. Both boys had signed up, completely unaware that the other had entered until they found themselves shoulder-to-shoulder at the starting line.
Miguel grinned at him, arms crossed. "Didn't know you ran, Camilo. Thought you were more into walking around town making sure everyone thought you were cool."
"Oh, please," Camilo rolled his eyes, shifting in place to stretch. "I'm here to win—and if you want to save face, maybe you should step aside."
Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Sure thing. Just don't trip over yourself trying to keep up."
As the race began, the two were practically sprinting just to stay ahead of each other, neither wanting to give an inch. By the time they crossed the finish line, they were both breathless, drenched in sweat, and so exhausted that they dropped onto the grass, lying side by side in silence.
After a few moments, Miguel glanced over. "You look like a wet dog, you know that?"
Camilo laughed, panting, and rolled his head to look back at Miguel. "Says the guy who's red as a tomato."
"Yeah, well," Miguel muttered, turning his head to stare at the sky. "At least I don't spend all my time trying to impress people with magic tricks."
"Oh, is that what you think I do?" Camilo raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Hate to break it to you, but some of us have natural charm."
Miguel let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Right. Because you're Encanto's gift to humanity, right?"
"Glad you're finally seeing things clearly," Camilo said, and they both laughed a little, letting the competitive energy fade. As the laughter died down, though, Camilo noticed that Miguel had fallen silent, his gaze still fixed on the sky.
"Hey, what's going on?" Camilo asked, nudging him. "Why so serious?"
Miguel glanced over, brow furrowing. "I just... don't get why we always fight. It's like, every time I see you, I want to argue about something, like it's just a habit or something."
Camilo's smirk softened, and he felt his heart beat a little faster. "I don't know either," he admitted, a rare note of vulnerability in his voice. "Maybe we're just... used to it?"
"Yeah..." Miguel trailed off, his face serious. "Or maybe we're just trying to ignore something."
Camilo blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
Miguel chuckled, his cheeks flushing. "I'm saying... maybe all this fighting is just covering up something else."
Camilo let out a huff, laughing it off. "Oh yeah? Like what? You jealous of me or something?"
Miguel rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Jealous? Of what? Your big head?"
"Admit it," Camilo teased, grinning. "You're just obsessed with me."
