You’ve managed to win him over.

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Somehow, you had done it. You had cracked the impenetrable shell of the illustrious Geo Oogami, but at what cost? He was far from trusting when you came along, eyeing you as if you were nothing more than a stain on his pristine existence—a constant irritation. He vowed on everything sacred that he loathed you and your very being. Yet you managed to worm your way into the recesses of his mind, occupying his every waking thought. He despised this vulnerability, this gnawing sensation of caring. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the truth that you mattered to him, even if it was just a flicker.

The question of whether you were a couple was up for debate. Geo was anything but tender. He treated you more like a passing acquaintance, a mere shadow in his life. It was easier to keep you at arm’s length than to confront the reality that he felt something for you—something that terrified him.

Your moments together were often punctuated by an uncomfortable silence. Geo would bury himself in books, relishing the solitude that came with it, even if it meant sharing that silence with you. The depths of his emotions were greater than he let on, but he recoiled at the thought of revealing them, retreating whenever you drew near. No matter how deep his feelings ran, they couldn’t erase the fact that he shunned both physical and verbal affection.

He reluctantly let you come over to his place. It was a modest little apartment, not what you'd expect from someone of his status, but it had its charm. You both plopped down on opposite ends of the sofa. Geo tossed you the remote, a book already resting in his lap.

“Here. Find something to watch, if you feel like it,” he muttered.