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It's You and Me (Part 3)
Suguru Geto x Reader
Genres/Warnings: hs!suguru, biker!suguru, fem!reader, academic weapon!reader, mostly fluff and banter, slight angst, intro to yutamaki (the ship), halloween party(kinda?).
Word Count: 3k
Maybe you're bad at reading body language. Or maybe, he's bad at expressing himself?
Notes: I hope you enjoy this part! It's probably not as good as the previous part, but I assure you, good things are to come!
(Part 1) | (Part 2)
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***
Suguru leaned against your front door. His boyish grin plastered across his face, completely dressed in his costume. He and Gojo had decided to dress up as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for the party.
"How do I look?" He detached himself from the doorframe and twirled around to give you a complete 180.
You got hold of his long-bell sleeves, holding them away from him so you could get a better look at the little details.
"Not bad at all!" You were so obviously checking him out, and he knew.
And, you knew that he knew.
That was just what he wanted. Didn't he? Why else would he show up on your doorstep?
"So, you just need to stick that mustache now?" You let go of his arms and held out yours so he could hand you the remaining piece of his costume. "Does it not come with the adhesive?" You began inspecting the fake mustache.
"I don't think…" He shrugged, and ever so slowly, his hand crept inside his pocket to crumple up the little piece of tape. He was looking up at you from where he stood at your doorstep.
You held up the piece of mustache to his mouth, your hands brushing his as he tried stopping you. "Let me see!" You revolted as he ducked his head away from you. "You're 'gonna have to eventually…"
After his little rebellion, he stood facing you, unmoving, as you found the perfect spot to fix it on his gorgeous face.
"Hmm," You leaned back like an artist, admiring your masterpiece. Your hands cupped his face slightly upwards, as you held the tiny black piece.
You could swear his eyes were shining.
And this moment will forever be burned into your brain. Not many got a chance to look down at Suguru Geto.
"This is a little embarrassing," Suguru cleared his throat, turning away to look at his shoes for a moment before looking back up. You couldn't quite read his expression, but you could definitely see a faint rouge spreading across his face. "Do you have something to stick it on my face?"
You nodded and turned to walk back inside, followed closely by Suguru. "How are you, uh… going to the party?"
"Shoko's driving us. Me and Maki, I mean." You stopped by the living room, motioning for him to wait, while you got your eyelash glue to stick the mustache. "I'll be right back,"
But, he stood there, right beside you. His brain racked, trying to come up with any explanation for why he should be helping you. He felt pathetic, excited, and desperate altogether.
"I…" He began as he watched you walk away to your room, but his words died in his mouth. "I should help,"
You turned back towards him, head tilted at his unwillingness. "Help?"
His eyes wandered through the ceilings of your hallway before they finally met with yours, "Yeah, I'll just go up. Save you a round trip. Not that big of a deal." He smiled sheepishly.
You could only laugh at his stance.
And, his expression.
You looked at him with brief skepticism, weighing out your options.
He was a good friend, yes.
But, being alone with him in your room seemed a little too intimate, even as friends. And you were good at keeping lines drawn right.
"No thanks," You narrowed your eyes at him, "I just cleaned my room!"
"That was quick!" Suguru exclaimed as you stood before him, shaking your tube of eyelash glue.
"Told you so," you chirped. "Look here." you tilted his chin upwards so you had a better point of view to work with.
I'm helping him.
He's my friend.
You repeated to yourself in a miserable attempt to calm yourself but, it was hardly working, especially with Suguru's face barely inches away from yours.
His eyes were shut and, his breathing grew a little shallow.
"There you go," you said quietly, as you scooted away, retrieved a vanity mirror from your pocket, and handed it to him.
Suguru sighed briefly before taking the mirror from you, but that soon turned into a snicker as soon as he looked at his reflection.
You followed suit.
"Maybe I should try growing out a real one." He looked at you with a smolder.
"EW!" you shrieked, pushing him slightly by his shoulder.
"Why?" he laughed harder at your contorted face, rising from where he sat, so he was towering over you. "You don't like it?"
"Not at ALL. You look like you're going to start a Physics lecture."
"I do teach you Physics, though." he squinted his eyes at you.
"Gosh, what's with you today? You seem a little high," You commented, retrieving your mirror from him.
Before he could clap back at you with another one of his witty responses, the doorbell rang, followed by a series of furious knocks.
"Looks like Maki and Shoko are here," He cocked his head towards the hallway. "I should probably go too. Pretty sure he'd be losing his mind right now. Not that he has much, anyways."
You laughed, walking out to the door as the knocks only grew worse.
"The door's going to fall off." You mock shouted, pulling the door open as far as possible.
"Not my problem," Shoko shrugged, handing you a paper bag. "Gift."
"What is it?" You completely forgot about anything else, focusing solely on the bag in your hands. "Oh My God! DONUTS!"
But like the nonchalant, cool girl she was, Shoko only winked at you, with a little kiss. "How come you're here?" She tilted her head at Suguru.
"Just leaving." He greeted her and Maki with a collective short hug, bidding everyone a dramatic farewell in his next breath as he sprinted back to his house.
You looked on.
Why did he never greet you with any hugs?
You thought you and him were growing closer. Then why?
"Man, I'm THIRSTY!" Maki pulled you out of your thought train.
"Of course, you are." You chuckled taking her bag from her, inviting both the girls inside.
***
Twenty minutes into the party, you had already been separated from the girls.
Though you vividly remember Shoko wanting to get a drink for herself, you had no idea when Maki slipped away too.
You found yourself wandering inside Satoru's house, hoping you'd catch hold of at least one of the four. As much as you'd hate to admit it, the music was getting to your head, vibrating through you, whole.
You made your way past the jam-packed kids into the kitchen to get something to drink. From a distance, you could see many people hanging around the kitchen, giving you a slight hope that one of them might be someone you knew. But, to your disappointment, there was no one.
Sighing to yourself, you Looked around in the kitchen to find something that suited your palate.
But that didn’t take long as you found the refrigerator filled with drinks and a huge bowl of fruit punch.
"There are no cups," you mumbled, turning around to look for some when you found yourself trapped between the refrigerator and a very drunk-looking Naoya Zen'in. He was in your grade, and that was about everything you two had in common.
Never did you imagine a scene where you'd find yourself standing so close to him? There had never been a reason.
You halted, trying to decipher his low ramble but you couldn't. The guy was drunk out of his mind. You doubted if he even realized he had caged you in.
Naoya was infamous for his terrible temper as is, it wouldn't take a genius to guess he'd only be worse drunk.
It was only a matter of a few minutes for you to get as far as possible you could, without getting a rise out of him.
I'll have to give up on the punch.
"Um, excuse me," You sighed, ducking under his arms and away.
What a moron!
Sensing you move away, Naoya grabbed your wrist yanking you back in front of himself. "Take what you wanted." He grumbled.
"I'm not thirsty anymore," You tried brushing him off, as you pulled your hand back. You stood up straighter, causing him to step back as you walked away.
He called after you, a certain distaste settling around your name, "You’re the one that hangs out with those losers, don’t you?"
You rolled your eyes, "Did you just call Satoru a loser, when you're drunk out of your mind at his party?"
He sighed, holding his hands up. "Touché. I am a little drunk. And dizzy."
"Congratulations." He was most definitely not "a little" drunk, evident by his knuckle-white grip on the refrigerator.
"Can you get me water?" He doubled down by the kitchen island, wreathing in discomfort.
Let's get this over with.
"Fine." You sighed, walking around the kitchen island to the water faucet.
Still no cups.
"I'm sorry, Satoru." You mumbled rummaging through the cabinets for any utensil, till you finally found a mixing bowl. You filled it with water, slightly shy of the brim, and placed it in front of him, as he found a seat on the island stool, "Here."
There was no way he'd drink that much water but it was better than waiting for him to ask for another fill. He was visibly shocked by your choice but never commented on it. "Thanks,"
Fifty minutes in, and you were already contemplating ditching the party.
Naoya had passed out on the counter almost immediately after he chugged all that water. You decided to just wait in the kitchen. It's not like he could bother you anymore.
It was a good party. Well organized. Great food. But, mainlining tequila was just not your thing. Especially, not on a school night. There was nothing left for you to taste anymore, nor could you find your friends.
Sure, Satoru's house was huge but not seeing a single person you knew for fifty minutes straight was messing your mood up.
You waited, looking over your phone for any sign of life from your friends.
Maybe if you bombarded them with messages, they'll answer.
It was kind of frustrating how you were the only one left alone.
You typed out a final message in the group chat, deciding if no one replied this time, you'd just go back home.
Five more minutes.
You grabbed your drink and decided to wait by the pool. The disappointment was getting to you, and the room felt suffocating.
Maybe today was not a good day.
The clock struck Twelve as your five minutes were over. You scoffed, chugging down your remaining juice and thrashing the cup. "Screw this."
I'm leaving. You sent the message in the group chat.
The lights blacked out as soon as you hit send.
You felt a couple of people gather around you, grabbing your arms and legs as they hoisted you up in the air. You felt as if you were hanging upside down, as blood rushed to your head. The drink you just downed threatened to make a comeback. But, you pertained.
The whole scene was so stupid, you didn't feel an ounce of panic. Just embarrassment.
Of course, you knew who the four idiots carrying you were.
Of course, you guessed by this time that it was a surprise, though not anymore.
You chuckled as they carried you around like a barbeque skewer. You loathed that your hands weren't free so you could hide your face from this very embarrassing public procession.
You were literally swept off your feet. And you had no choice but to go along with it.
Slowly the birthday song began to play, as the lights came back on with each step forward your friends took.
You craned your neck up in a miserable attempt to look around, only to be met by amused faces.
To your horror, they stopped by the edge of the swimming pool. They hoisted you up further, as they chanted your name as if you were Simba from The Lion King. The crowd applauded.
What is wrong with all these people?
And before you could fight, they dumped you in the pool. You grabbed one of their collars. If you're going down, you're taking them with you.
A blurry cry was all you managed to hear before you and your partner hit the waters.
Your lack of swimming knowledge bloomed in your chest as a terrible fright. The water messed with your eyesight, leaving you the only option to cling to whoever you pulled down with you.
As soon as your body was in contact with his, you knew it was Suguru.
Maybe he realized that you didn't know how to swim and that you were panicking. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer, you were hugging-- rather you were stuck to him like a koala.
The anxiety messed with your head so much that you didn't even realize that the both of you were way above the water's surface now.
"Hey," He called out in his sweet voice, never once trying to let go of you.
Of course, he could feel you shivering from the shock.
It was you who pulled back. But, your faces remained close.
You didn't know if the unwillingness to let go was yours or his. His mustache had fallen off. Hair drenched, sticking to his forehead.
His face was so close to yours. If you just moved a little further...
"KISS!" Maki shouted, causing you to break away from Suguru suddenly. That girl probably had a microphone fit in her throat.
"Um..." You looked at Suguru, unsure of what to do next.
That sure was awkward.
"Here," He grabbed you by the arm towards the handrail.
"WHAT THE HECK!" You climbed out with a grin plastered across your face.
They were still by the edge, grinning back at you like idiots. Satoru passed you a towel. "If it was a bit too much..."
You began to shake your head in denial, to tell him it was cool, but he looked at you with a funky expression, "I don't care!", and stuck out his tongue at you.
You huffed.
Suguru struck the back of Satoru's head, as he emerged from the pool, "Where's my towel?"
"Who told you to dive in with her?" Satoru shrugged in response. "Let's eat cake, shall we?" He turned to you and the girls, completely ignoring him.
You looked at Suguru with distress.
It was your fault, after all, that he was soaked.
What if he falls sick because of this?
You draped your towel around him. "Can't die right before finals now, can you?"
"Speak for yourself." He looked at you, then your dress, handing the towel back to you. "I have a coat. Drenched, but a coat nonetheless. But, you?"
You tried to revolt, mentioning how he should hold you responsible in some way or the other.
But, gosh, he was so cruel!
He snatched the towel from you, throwing it over your head, he pulled you closer to him by a fraction. "Come to me when you want to go home."
You cut the cake your friends prepared for you. And, soon everyone else resumed their businesses.
You noticed one of the guys standing near Maki. He watched you cut your cake.
And all the while he stood with your group of friends, unmoving. He seemed meek.
You raised your eyebrows at Maki, hoping she'd clear the situation. He was stuck to her, after all.
"Right!" She exclaimed, following your eyes. "Meet Okkotsu. He's Gojo's cousin."
"Hi," He chirped without missing a beat. "Happy birthday!"
"Oh, Hi! Thank you," You replied, trying your best to keep the vibe pleasant. But, something felt off.
Your gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them, momentarily, before resting on Maki.
You were going to grill the heck out of her tomorrow.
***
Your friends cheered at the top of their lungs as you downed your fourth shot of the night and slammed the glass on the table with a sigh. You were drinking with a purpose and, you were resolute on achieving it.
"Who are you, and what have you done to my roommate?" Nobara exclaimed as her arm flung around your shoulder, and her other cradled your face in a side hug. Yuuji, your classmate, looked slightly concerned but never commented on it, and Megumi seemed embarrassed just to be seen out and about with the three of you.
From a third person's point of view, it would've seemed like you had been dumped by your one true love, in the cruelest way imaginable to mankind.
But you weren't.
You were just celebrating frickin' New Year's Day with your new friends from college.
And, not to be mistaken, they were great. All three of them. In their different ways.
But nothing can ever replace home, can it?
For the past two days, you four had been out and about, partying.
Diner after diner. Bar after bar.
There's truly nothing more appealing to college students than discounted food.
The countdown for New Year's started, and your phone rang.
It was Maki. "I bet you forgot all about me, right?" She joked, in her usual sassy tone.
"You think, dummy? HAPPY NEW YEARS!" You cheered along with the crowd, while still talking to her. But, she remained silent. "Hey, you there?"
After a few moments of silence, she shrieked, "OH MY GOD! YES, YES!"
"WHAT HAPPENED?" You mirrored her excitement, trying to figure out the reason. "MAKI, SAY SOMETHING!"
"HE PROPOSED!" Her shrieks seemed more muffled this time as if her face was buried, "I'M GETTING MARRIED!"
And that one sentence sobered you up completely.
"OH MY GOD!" Excitement ran through your whole body like a current. "CONGRATULATIONS!"
You were almost jumping. Nobara too. She didn't even know why!
It felt as if you were more exhilarated for her than she was but, of course, that wasn't true. "I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU, MAKI! CONGRATULATION!"
It was a good day, you told yourself.
It was an effing great day!
Tags: @mandysfanfics
Imagine you and geto somewhere in the field, filled with colorful flowers and butterflies flying around, you dressed in your satin short dress just twirling around like a 5 year old happy child. Geto admiring your happy form while he's sitting down in the grass, admiring his pretty girlfriend 🥺. The breeze dancing around geto's shiny hair, making him look like an fallen angel. He loves you so much and sometimes wonders what did he do to deserve a sweetheart like you.
Geto please</3
Wip, God I love this mentally unstable man
