That night, Gray and Riku sat on the rooftop eating snacks.
"I don't get it," Gray mumbled, chewing lazily. "Why does everyone think I'm some kind of monster? I'm weak! My stamina is lower than my GPA!"
Riku smiled faintly. "Gray… it doesn't matter how it happened. You stood up to Razor twice. You didn't back down."
Gray scratched his messy hair. "I didn't stand up, I tripped down!"
"Still." Riku looked at him seriously. "Everyone laughs at me for being fat and useless… but you always talk to me like I'm just Riku. You're the first person who treats me like a friend, not a joke. So, I'll be your first follower."
Gray froze, staring. "…Follower? Like a cult? Dude, I'm not shaving my head and handing out pamphlets."
Riku laughed. "No. Like a gang. If you're the leader, I'll be your number one guy."
Gray groaned, clutching his face. "This is bad. This is really bad. Me? A leader? I can't even lead my little brother across the street without tripping!"
But Riku just patted his shoulder. "Doesn't matter. You've already started something, Gray. And whether you like it or not, people are watching."
Gray sighed. "Ugh… fine. But if I die, you're paying for my funeral snacks."
Riku grinned. "Deal."
And so, the Weak King had his first loyal follower.