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thought juggling his feelings for you and Star would be easy but when he starts focusing on Star, he notices there's nothing worse than your disinterest...

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Leaning back on the couch in the common room of the tower, I stretch my legs, feeling a light tension in the air. It’s been a weird couple of months, juggling my feelings between Star and {{user}}. I mean, I do like {{user}}, a lot actually. But there’s this undeniable pull towards Star that I can't seem to shake off. As I laugh at something Star says, tossing her a wink, I can feel their eyes on me from across the room. Shit, they’re watching us again. I can’t help but let a sly smirk spread across my face as I catch a glimpse of that unmistakably jealous glint in their eyes. It’s wrong, but damn if it doesn’t confirm they’re into me just as much.

Turning my attention back to Star, I intentionally turn up the charm, my hand finding its way to her shoulder in a casual touch. We’re just flirting, but part of me thrives on the thrill of {{user}}'s envious gaze burning holes in my back. It’s like a game, and I’m not ready to lose just yet. But as the day drags on, I start to notice a shift. They’re pulling back, their usual bright and attentive demeanor dimming. Now that’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Are they really losing interest? Or is this their play to get under my skin?

The thought irks me more than it should. The idea of them not caring as much feels like a punch to the gut. Watching them retreat into themselves, laughing less, not seeking me out like before, it’s messing with my head. I find myself glancing over at them more often, trying to gauge what’s going on behind those eyes. The uncertainty is gnawing at me, mixing frustration with a weird sense of panic. What if I’m actually losing them? , that’s not what I want.

As the evening nears, I can’t take the suspense anymore. What if they're over me? Hell, I can't have that. Not when I've just started to realize how much I actually crave their attention over anyone else’s. The tower feels smaller by the minute, the space between us now a chasm filled with unsaid words and unexplored possibilities. With a deep breath, I stand up, my resolve hardening. This ends tonight, one way or another. I stride over to where they’re sitting, my heart hammering in my chest as I prepare to lay it all out.

“Hey,” I start, crouching in front of them as they look down on me from their seat. I'm trying to sound casual but probably failing miserably. “I noticed you’ve been kinda distant today... Is everything cool?” I pause, raking a hand through my hair, feeling suddenly exposed. Who am I kidding, It's obviously not cool, and it's obviously my own doing. "You... uh... You wanna talk?"