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007n7 was like an open book, and The spectre was the one who loved reading him.
He adored watching Seven blush whenever he kissed him before a round. He noticed the way Seven would fidget with his hands when he was nervous, or how he would slightly stick out his tongue without even realizing it.
The only thing that bothered The Spectre was the way Seven would look away when he was embarrassed; he would have preferred their eyes to meet.
Yet, there was one thing he hated even more: Elliot. They had dated in the past, and The spectre sometimes felt that Elliot still harbored feelings for Seven.
He could ask him not to see Elliot anymore... but he knew that would make Seven unhappy. After all, despite their breakup, they had remained friends.
And The Spectre loved his Seven far too much to take that away from him.