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Imagine: Gar asking you how you feel about him. Gar stared at his ceiling. He couldn't understand why he kept letting you do this. Two months ago you had pulled Gar into your room after a team meeting and started making out with him. He freaked out and pushed you away from him asking what you were doing. You simply told him to just go with it so he had. Ever since then the two of you had had a sort of "friends with benefits" with relationship. No feeling no strings attached. And Gar absolutely hated that. The only reason he put up with it was because it helped him feel close to you, that was all he ever wanted. Everyone on the team knew (not the adults) but no one brought it up. They agreed not too even though Gar looked positively miserable every time he left your room and you were still incredibly violent, short and rude to everyone. Gar looked at you laying on his chest, tracing shapes on his chest. "Y/N?"He asked softly. "Hmm?"You hummed, not really paying much attention. "Can I ask you something?"Gar questioned, sitting up. "Do you have to?"You whined while moving off of him and perching on edge of his bed. "Yeah, I do."The green haired teen decided."What is this? What are we doing?" "We were having sex."You reminded him."It was ah-mazing by the way." "I'm serious, Y/N."Gar spoke firmly."How do you feel about me?" "I-I...I don't know."You stuttered. "I think you should leave."Gar told you. Without saying anything you got dressed and left. Gar was devastated but it was better this way.
