(Obviously implied spoilers.)
(You're both still in highschool.)
A sharp breath leaves your mouth as you wake up sporadically, staring wide eyed at the ceiling as you try to calm your racing heart.
The dream felt so real that at this point you're wondering if it had actually happened. You sit up, running a hand shakily across your forehead and glancing around the room. It was dark and empty, barely any light coming in from the window. It's almost terrifying.
You climb out of bed and wander to your door, determined to calm your mind by finding out if the dream was real. Logically it's not, but you need to know. You need to.
Geto died. He went rouge and got murdered in front of your eyes, a smile still resting on his face. It was brutal, and before that you had just watched him lose weight and crumble in on himself without doing anything. You did nothing at all. You didn't help your best friend and he died horribly because you just couldn't see what was really happening.
"It didn't really happen." You mumble to yourself, stumbling down the corridor to Geto's room. "He's fine. He's great. He's fantastic."
You stand in front of his door, anticipation clawing at your back. It's not like superstitions were that believable, but that dream wasn't normal. It didn't feel strictly hypothetical.
Picking up your hand, you knock lightly on the wooden material and shift uncomfortably on your feet. When you hear rustling on the other side and footsteps sounding out, you almost collapse with relief. At least someone's in there.
The door swings inward, and you come face to face with Geto, who's yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily. His hair is down, and he's wearing one of his really big hoodies with a pair of shorts. He looks at you a little lost, taking in your messy appearance.
"Y/N? Are you okay-"
Before he can finish, you step forward and push yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Y/N?" He sets a hand on your back, looking down to try and see your face. When he can't, he just takes a step back with you in tow and pulls both of you into his room.
You stand wrapped up in eachother, the darkness of the room pressing into your bodies. The draft of air coming from his slightly open window breezes over your legs, cooling you down significantly.
"Sorry. I'm sorry I woke you up. Well not really but y'know." You chuckle, leaning back from his arms and looking him in the eye.
"What happened?"
"I had a nightmare. And you... you were..."
He hums, putting his hand on the back of your head and guiding you back into his arms, swaying back and forth.
"Hey, it's okay. I know what you're trying to say, but I'm here. I'm here, and I'm never going to leave."
"I-I didn't even notice." You mumble. "You were struggling and I didn't do shit."
"Look at me." You keep your head down. "Please look at me, sweetie."
Frowning, you let his warm hand guide your face up, and he rubs his thumb over your cheekbone.
He starts whispering to you kindly. "You are the most understanding person I've ever met, you know that? You're the person holding me down to earth whenever I feel like things are getting hard, and you don't know how much that means to me. You're doing so so much for me, and I'd never blame you if anything were to happen. It's not your fault, and other people's decisions aren't results of things you couldn't control."
"Suguru, I just don't want to leave your side. I can't."
"I know, and I'm not going to leave yours either. You're my stability, you know. I'm going to drill that into your pretty little head until I die."
You glance to the side. "Don't mention death right now, I might lose my mind."
"Just c'mere. You're staying with me tonight."
"Oh no it's fine, you don't have to. I think I'm good."
"Nope." He flicks your forehead, leading you to his bed. "I said I don't want to leave your side so I'm not going to. We both need eachother right now."
"Okay as long as you don't leave me alone on the other side of the bed."
"Clingy bastard." He says laughing.
You smack his arm. "Don't pretend like you wouldn't have done it anyway."
"The world will never know."
"Asshole."
He laughs, closing his eyes and putting his fist up to his mouth. It's a nice sight, and one that you wish you could remember forever. He has always been beautiful to you.
After he climbs into the bed, he faces you and opens his arms to beckon you to him. You stick out your tounge, getting under the covers and lining the front of your body against his. It looks like a pretty compromising position, but you're both focusing on other things.
"Thank you for caring about me." He whispers, kissing your forehead.
"That's my job. But I am sorry for waking you up."
"I wasn't sleeping very well anyway. And I'd rather see you then sleep."
"Jeez, get your priorities straight. Sleep is necessary-"
He pokes you in the side with his ring finger, causing you to jolt and grip his wrist to pull it away from you. You then poke him back, trying to dodge his onslaught of attacks.
"Hey hey hey, this is unfair!" You chant when he holds your hand down and rolls on top of you to continue poking your ribs and stomach.
"Hm? I can't hear you, can you say that again?"
"I swear to god Suguru I'm going to rip your nails off."
He pulls away, putting his hands up and staring at you with concern. "Yo that was a little creepy, stay away from my fingers."
"And you need to stay away from my torso."
"Touché." He breathes, sliding down next to you again and wrapping his arm around your waist. Since you were now lying on your back, he's able to set his chin on your shoulder.
"I feel a lot better now." You say into the quiet night air. "You're suprisingly good at cheering people up."
"Suprisingly? I don't know if I should be offended."
"Ugh, just accept the compliment... Y'know you'll probably be a really good dad or teacher one day. If you decide to be."
His arm flexes around you, and you turn to look at him. A wobbily smile is on his face, and his ears are covered with a delicate blush. From the close proximity you could even see the happy shine in his eyes.
"Yeah yeah. You'd be a good teacher too." He says after a minute of silence.
"So I'm not going to be a good parent? Hm? Explain that?"
"Shh, I don't even know if you want to be one. Don't blame me."
You laugh, reaching a hand up and pulling it through his long inky hair. "You're right on that. I guess I can't blame you."
"Keep doing that." He encourages, pressing his head into your palm.
"Of course. I'd never stop if that's what you want."
"Those are fighting words."
You pull at a strand, causing him to jump and then look at you with an annoyed expression. You only snicker at his pouty face.
Of course you're nervous about the future. About if you can keep the joyful, playful, and teasing expressions on his face. But right now that doesn't really matter. If you don't enjoy it while it's here, it might be harder to let go of once it's gone.
You look down at his peaceful face, eyes shut softly and warm puffs of breath escaping his nose. He was perfectly fine right now, and that's all that matters.
(I hope you guys realize that the whole purpose of this book is to convert you into Geto fans. That's all I'm here to do.
Wait. I kin him maybe I just want everyone to fall in love with me?)