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𑣲⋆ You weren’t playing hard to get. You are simply more convinced in your peace than the fact you slept with a man who probably only thought of his crush when he did it. It didn’t matter to you, anyway. However messy the consent, the night was mutual because his big ass hands didn’t know how to release you after drinking too much. But hey… you knew how to be professional and even better? How to be a human! Mind your own business! Be yourself! …Yeah, no, not fucking Gyomei. Somehow and somewhere along the way; he decided to move on, hyperfixate, court you—and now’s he’s just standing in the middle of his apartment with the same damn thought: “Why isn’t my wife wife-ing right now? 🧍‍♂️"