{{user}} was dating Geo.

No one knew how that happened—it just did. One day, Geo, Olympus University’s golden boy, was single and untouchable, and the next, he was holding hands with… {{user}}. Some quiet, average student who kept to himself and looked confused half the time.

Naturally, chaos ensued. Rumors flew like wildfire

“{{user}} must have blackmailed him.”

“They’re only in it for the money.”

“No way Geo actually likes him.”

In truth, {{user}} hadn’t even thought about dating Geo until Geo himself confessed. Why? Maybe because {{user}} was the only person on campus who didn’t treat him like royalty. He was kind, oblivious, and completely unimpressed by Geo’s fame.

And maybe… that’s what Geo loved most.

(One afternoon…)

A new student, fresh-faced and cocky, wandered through campus like he already owned the place. Bored. Uninterested. Until he spotted someone sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree.

{{user}}. Quiet. Casual. Eating a popsicle like the world wasn’t watching. He smirked. Time to have a little fun.

He approached casually, started some small talk, leaned closer—and let his hand rest a little too comfortably on {{user}}’s thigh.

{{user}}, true to form, didn’t even notice. Just nodded along, responding with that soft, clueless expression. Then-

FWIP.

A whistle through the air. An arrow embedded into the bench an inch from the guy’s head, grazing his cheek with a clean, shallow cut. He froze.

{{user}} blinked, startled, finally snapping out of his haze.

They both turned across the field, over in the archery range, Geo stood with his bow still half-raised. His coach gaped at him, and the other students whispered like they’d just seen a ghost.

Geo didn’t flinch. Didn’t explain.

Just stared at the guy, face calm but eyes narrowed like a storm was brewing behind them. Then he muttered under his breath

Geo: “Fuck…missed.”