Something Stupid (Like I love you) [Geto Suguru x Male Reader]

|𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜|

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|𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒆
𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉|
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The warmth of the sun shined on them, beautiful rays of sun softly tracing their features as they basked in the awful scent of destruction.

Currently the group, which consists of Shoko, Gojo, Geto and [Y/N], had been tasked with an assignment.

A mere curse on their hands, but they misjudged the situation as they all stand in a circle, trying to regain their breath from their previous fight.

"That took longer than expected..." Shoko sighed as she looked over to the wreck they had created (it was mostly Gojo)

Geto had in his hands a black orb which contained the curse he had exercised, he looked down on it with such disgust, not paying attention to any of his surroundings as he spaced out.

The black haired male took a deep breath before raising the orb up to his mouth, parting his lips as he swallowed the disgusting ball, making a loud gulp as he closed his eyes.

"What does it taste like?" He had sneaked up behind Geto, watching Gojo and Shoko fight from a distance over something petty.

Geto almost jumped when he felt the other male's presence, caught off guard completely before the question finally clicked in his mind.

Geto sighed softly, faking a smile as he switched his attention to the duo in front of them.

"Like ingesting a rag used to wipe up vomit." His tone was sweet but his words were anything but.

Geto's eyes slightly widened when he saw the [h/c] male offered him a small wrapper with a mint inside. Although Geto was sure the mint wouldn't be so effective, he couldn't help but blush softly as he took the mint, propping it in his mouth as he cracked a small genuine smile.

"I also have gum if you prefer that.." He spoke softly, his eyes trailing to meet Geto's as he offered a gentle smile, a small tint of red becoming presentable.

"Ah thank you...this is enough for now." Geto's voice was so kind, he could feel the mint taking effect as he could barely taste the curse on his tongue.

"Where did you even get this?" Geto questioned as he looked over to Shoko and Gojo who were doing god knows what as they basically argued like siblings. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle from the sight.

The male right next to Geto had his full attention on him, mouth left agape as he stared at Geto with such adoration, the way the light reflected on Geto's features, enhancing his beauty, craving every feature into [Y/N] mind, clearly not wanting to forget the view in front of him.

"You look like an angel..." He softly whispered, not knowing that his thoughts had been voiced as he saw how embarrassed Geto had become, looking away bashfully as the tip of his ears started to get red.

Before either one of them could break the silence, both Shoko and Gojo interrupted them, Gojo going over to cling on to Geto as Shoko playfully shoved [Y/N], smiling smugly as she got a glimpse of Geto's blushing state.

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As the end of the day came faster than any of them anticipated, they all went to their respective dorms, getting ready to rest up for the next day to come, all but one.

The boy with [e/c] stared at the moon, taking in the beauty of the wonderful night in front of him, basking in the loneliness.

He rubbed his hands, looking at the small burn marks he had started to develop due to the use of his fire manipulation.

He had grown to control them pretty early on in his childhood, being obligated to train day and night in order to master the ability, but his body wasn't immune to the flames, which often caused burn marks or other damages on his skin due to pushing his body past his limits.

No one knew what it felt like to have the sensation of being burned all over their body, even after he stopped using his fire, he could still feel the ghostly effect, he would shiver at the feeling of something that wasn't there, the flames he couldn't see had been eating him alive.

Yet no one understood that, not his father who pushed him to increase his ability, not the religious freaks who praised him for carrying the blue flame, not his poor mother, not his friends, no one.

No one.

He was scared that the flames would consume him, he was afraid he would wallow in to that hell, he was frightened that he would drown in those blue flames he had become so accustomed to.

The only thing he had, the one thing that protected him, the thing that made him special, that thing, would turn against him.

And that petrified him.

It woke him up at night to even think about it.

He had woken up tonight for the same worry, that he would perish in the flames, that he would lose control of it.

He sighed softly, pulling himself out of his own thoughts as he looked down, staring at the floor, feeling like he was being swallowed by fear.

His hands trembled, but he couldn't determine why. Maybe it was the cold weather, maybe it was the fear, who knew.

He finally looked up, a small tear falling from his face as he ran his hand through his hair, pulling it harshly to get his head out of whatever he had been thinking.

He slowly made his way back into his door, being careful to not alert anyone awake as he opened his door, closing it once he made his way inside.

Yet in the darkness, he stood, watching [Y/N] get into his room, his eyes were observing the other male slowly close the door, soon he once followed the same procedure, closing his door as he sat down on his bed.

He sighed softly as his hands went to rub his tired eyes. He whispered the [h/c] male's name, almost as if he was reassuring the other male of something yet he was so far for him to actually hear it.

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I actually like didn't expect this one to be this long but yeah.

Literally couldn't find a song and almost didn't write anything for this update but I kept my word so yay.

I got nothing else, hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you next time.

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