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Caesar is annoying and Joseph hates him.
Well, not really. In fact, Joseph is starting to think that maybe he actually likes Caesar. But that’s weird and Caesar is still annoying so that can’t be it.
He’s pretty. Too pretty. It makes Joseph angry.
Just thinking about him with his stupid handsome face with those weird marks and gorgeous green eyes and silky blonde hair makes Joseph’s blood boil and rush to his head and he can’t think about anything else.
He can’t help but watch him when they’re training, even though he knows he’ll get yelled at for not focusing. But he’s so… beautiful. Even those ridiculous bubbles he blows are pretty, and his lips look so soft! God, it’s infuriating! He wants to punch him right in his smooth-talking playboy mouth. None of his signorinas would wanna kiss a busted lip. Thinking about messing up Caesar’s lips made Joseph somewhat sad, but he had no clue why, because he doesn’t care about him or his damn lips! He hates them and him!
Caesar noticed the brunette practically glaring at him and made some snide comment about him having a crush and Joseph stormed off because that’s stupid and wrong and Caesar should just shut up and go away. Joseph can’t have a crush on Caesar because he’s a guy, and Joseph is a guy, and that’s weird and Joseph isn’t into guys. Nope.
...Wait, is Caesar? Maybe he’s one of those guys that swings both ways? But that doesn’t even matter, because it has nothing to do with Joseph. Even though he’s a perfectly handsome guy with lovely eyes and sexy lips. If Caesar was into men, he’d definitely have started hitting on him by now, and he would have shot him down because he’s straight! But what if he wasn’t hitting on him because he couldn’t see his sexy lips!? Joseph pulled at his training mask, but then stopped. What the hell was he doing? He didn’t care if Caesar liked him. He didn’t want him to like him. He must be tired. Yeah, that’s it. Having to be around that jerk all day just wore him out.
He needed sleep. Quiet, peaceful time to himself without Caesar. He wouldn’t even think about him or his pretty face, and nice body, or the way he rolls his Rs when he talks because of his accent. He especially wouldn’t think about how calm he was about kissing people he barely knew, or wonder if he’d ever thought about kissing him. Because he doesn’t care.
Because Joseph doesn’t even like Caesar.
There’s gotta be some other way to explain how much he thinks about him.