a/n : i like to think that geto knows how to play the piano and he was a child prodigy
also, new drawings up in extras 2!! :^D
1 month later
February
Geto's fingers delicately pressed on the smooth surface of the keys, his movements swift and graceful as he played the lone piano in the vacant room where no soul ever dared to go.
He had only came across the room recently after wandering the school grounds in the middle of the night to soothe his mind. When he had seen the grand piano resting untouched in the room, it had pulled him in like a magnet, memories of recitals and years of practice flooding his mind. He had not touched a piano since he started high school, it had slipped his mind due to the busy schedules of being a shaman.
Despite not having played for nearly two years, his slender fingers grazed over the dusty keys, playing the soft melodies of the song engraved into his brain and into his muscles. It was his favourite piece after all.
Eerie yet tranquil.
As the song slowly faded to an end, he hears someone applaud quietly. Whipping his head around in surprise, Geto spots ___ standing by the door, a pair of beige pointe shoes tucked underneath her arm.
"That was truly wonderful, Suguru-senpai." she said. "How long have you been playing piano for?"
Geto's eyes finds it's way back to the white and black keys, rubbing the nape of his neck. He hadn't expected anyone to be around to hear him playing.
"Twelve years. I've been playing since I was five." he replies bashfully.
"Do you mind if I join you?" ___ asked, her frame never leaving the door until Geto gives her the permission to enter. He shakes his head.
"Of course not."
Giving him a soft smile, ___ makes her way to sit on the small piano bench to place her pointe shoes on.
"I didn't know you knew ballet." Geto said, his eyes scanning her nimble fingers that wrapped the satin ribbons around her ankles.
___ only hummed in response before standing by the side of the grand piano, resting her hands on the dusted surface to support her balance as she stretched. Geto notices the way her exposed muscles flex, from her lean torso to her toned arms but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he turns his head away to gaze at the floor.
After a few minutes of deafening silence passed by, ___ saunters towards the middle of the room, her silk nightgown fluttering behind her.
"Can you play that song again?" she asks.
How could he say no to her?
Nodding his head, Geto straightens his posture and hovers his fingers above the keys. ___ tilts her head to the side, her arms poised in front of her as she waits for the first note to sound.
As soon as she heard Geto play, she brings herself to stand on the tips of her toes, raising a leg up in rhythm of the music. Her posture was unwavering, gliding across the floor without a single moment of hesitation.
Hearing the light tapping of her steps on the wooden floor, Geto couldn't help but grow curious. Taking his eyes off of the piano, he watches in awe as ___ twirled gracefully from one end of the room to the other.
Being too caught up on watching ___ dance, one of Geto's fingers accidentally lands on the wrong key and he grimaces at the sound, forcing himself to bring his focus back onto the task at hand.
Much to Geto's dismay, the song ended much faster than he had liked, the last note lingering for a second longer as his fingers slowed to a stop.
From behind him, he hears ___ pant softly.
"You were amazing." Geto stated, giving her a soft smile. ___ giggles breathlessly.
"We should do this more often." she said, taking a seat beside him. Geto hums in agreement, watching ___ play a note out of curiosity through the corners of his eyes.
"I can teach you." he offers, taking hold of ___'s fingers in his hand. "You put your hands here.."
___ willingly lets Geto guide her fingers across the keys and she couldn't help but notice how cold his fingers were.
"Then play this note here.." Geto wraps an arm around ___'s waist, pulling her closer so she could reach the note. He relished in the warmth ___ provided as she flushed her torso against his in the cold room.
When he finished teaching her the first few parts of the song, ___ envelops his large hands into her own, blowing hot air onto their skin in attempt to warm his hands. Geto looked at her questioningly, his breath hitching when her lips brush against the tips of his fingers.
"Your hands are like ice, Suguru-senpai."
___ places his hands to cup her reddened cheeks. It was warm in comparison to his freezing hands. Geto found the sensation beyond pleasant.
"Is that so?" he replies in a hushed tone.
Their eyes meet and Geto feels himself fall for her all over again.
Why couldn't it have been me?
Why Gojo?
His expression darkens, his hands cupping ___'s cheeks just a little harder and she notices, furrowing her brows in worry when he did so.
I'm strong too.
In the midst of his thoughts, Geto subconsciously leans forward ever so slowly, his eyes dropping down to gaze at ___'s tempting lips.
Am I not enough for you?
___ gulps nervously as she lets out a shaky breath. She knew what Geto was about to do, what was about to happen, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. Her heart beat out of her chest as the distance between them grew smaller and smaller, to the point where she could feel his breath fanning her skin.
"___," he mumbled. "Do you like me?"
___ attempts to tilt her head curiously but his hands kept her in place.
What kind of question was that?
Humming, ___ nods.
"Of course I do—"
The moment those words came out of her mouth, Geto aggressively brings their lips together in a heated kiss.
___ let out a soft mewl in surprise, her hands flying over to his chest to try and push him away, so he did, albeit hesitantly.
"W-What?" ___ gasped, her cheeks flushing red. Geto only brings her closer again, his eyes pleading.
"One more." he whispers.
"Suguru-senpai, I—"
"Please. One more." he begs.
___ inhales deeply, her fingers clutching his shirt as her chest tightened.
"I don't understand.." she said, pulling away from Geto and the boy feels his heart shatter at her sorrowful expression. With misty eyes, she looks back up at him as she trembles.
He had pushed it too far.
"I'm sorry." Geto mumbles.
He retracts his hands and stands up from the bench, shoulders slumped in defeat. He takes a step back, eyes flying around the floor in shame. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.
"I'm sorry.." he repeats.
Clenching his fists, Geto turns on his heel and walks away from the crying girl, leaving her alone in the cold, dark room.
I made a fool out of myself.