Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me
This is more of a prologue, more will be written later on.
There is something so perfectly charming about him that I will never be able to explain. No, unlike those questionably-dressed women, I do not think that it comes from the way he flirts, how he manages to slip his arm around a woman so casually. Nor is it the way he can talk to anyone without a stutter or pause. It can't simply be the way he seems so assured of himself, either. No, Ronald Knox is more than just those things.
Perhaps it is because of his very nature, a sort of friendliness that I could never muster. Others avoided me, even newcomers. The gossip had already spread about me by the time that his class was ready to take its final tests. He, the slacker of his class, talked to me so openly.
"What did you call me?" I had inquired, staring down at him.
"Boss!" He grinned and mockingly pushed up his trainee glasses, mimicking me. "You're a higher up, so that's what I'll call you!" I had only sighed and turned away, adjusting my glasses. At the time I must've thought him another tasteless idiot, sure to fail the test. But he was more persistent to talk to me than I had expected. I had become too accustomed to the title he had bestowed me, and each time I heard it yelled, I turned and expected the blond to be holding an open book, ready to ask another meaningless question.
A few months without his presence passed. Unexpectedly, I had encountered him again. It was upon my return from leaving the Noah's Ark Circus. This time he was not a student, but as a full-fledged reaper. He may have been full-fledged, but he was still my underling, as he had apparently been assigned to the London Branch.