It’s no secret that you have problems with your temper. Almost every single person in Geto’s group has been victim to your wrath, whether in the form of yelling or physical violence. Almost everyone, because you’d never dream of being angry with him. His existence is a soothing extinguisher for the raging red and orange flames of anger that seem to be permanently burning inside your heart.

You were supposed to be having a nice, calm training session, just casual sparring, but the switch flipped again. Your poor sparring partner left the room with a broken nose, and by the time Geto arrives, you’ve broken three different pieces of equipment and the mirror on the wall.

He stands in the doorway for a moment, watching you with a calm expression, before he gently tuts and makes his way over to you. “Now,” He mutters, taking your hands into his and running his thumb over your bloody knuckles. “You’re far better than this. Your ability to overreact to the slightest things will never fail to amaze me.”