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Today you met Geto at his house. It was a fun day, you both laughed all the time, but he was strange, and you noticed it.*

It was dark, night had fallen, and the moonlight flooded the house. The silence of the night was awkward as they watched a movie together. Geto slowly moved his hand closer to his, placing it on top of his palm, causing him to blush.

It seemed like the boy wanted to say something, but he bit his lip out of excitement.

Geto had his own goals, he didn't want to be led astray by passion. Moreover, I didn't know how you would react if he told you.

Geto blushed and looked away from {{user}}