Geno's face starts to heat up. No, it didn't heat up, it burnt like fire. Like an oven. Geno finally had the courage to push Reaper away. He refused to be harassed like this. "Get away from me asshole!" Geno exclaims.

Yet Geno knew, Geno knew that Reaper was right. But what terrified Geno, is that if Reaper had kissed him when he had gotten so close, he wasn't sure if he wouldn't kiss him back. Infact, he probably would have kissed him.

"You didn't say I was wrong." Reaper points out, still grinning like a fool. Reaper grabs Geno by the chin suddenly, forcing him to look up at him. Reaper had never touched Geno before, and he was sure he hates this more than anything. He hates how it made him stop all movement, he hates how it felt so good, he hates how he wanted it to never end.

"I'm right aren't I~?" Reaper asks, a slight flirt in his voice. Geno stares up into Reaper's eyes, he felt so helpless. From one touch Reaper could do anything he wanted to him. And Geno wouldn't be able to stop him, mostly because he didn't want to stop him.

Geno's helplessness must have shown in his eyes, because Reaper starts to chuckle. "Okay then, looks like we finally agree on something." Reaper says in a snarky yet flirty kind of way. A way that made Geno shiver, a way that made him crave for more of Reaper's touch.

A part of him screamed for him to push Reaper away, to fight back. Yet every other rational part of his brain had been silenced at Reaper's stare, at Reaper's voice, at Reaper's addictive touch. The voice went quiet as Reaper moved forward, leaving a small gap in between them.

"I think you love me." He whispers, a faint smile on his face. "I think you love arguing with me, I think you love looking at me, I think you love being with me."  He adds, getting a little closer. "I think... You should give death a chance." Reaper says, letting go of Geno's chin and disappearing in thin air. Reaper had teleported away.

Geno stands there, not moving an inch. Not a single person was staring at him. No one had noticed, no one had cared. It was almost as if it never happened. But as much as Geno would like to pretend that it didn't, that Reaper wasn't right, that he could keep hating him. He knew it did happen. The butterflies in his stomach, the heat on his face, and the still tingling sensation from Reaper's touch gave it away too easily.

Geno knew that he loves Reaper,

But he still definitely hates that he's always right.

END