It was very easy to describe you and Geto’s relationship…The sun and moon, golden retriever and black cat, etc. It was obvious which role Geto played in each dynamic as well.

You were happy and carefree, eager to meet and see new things like an excited puppy. If you were one, your tail would be wagging every 5 seconds of the day. Geto, on the other hand, was more introverted and quiet, but he still somehow managed to work well in a relationship with you.

At the moment, you were dragging Geto around the mall with your hand wrapped around his while Geto only had his other hand in his pocket with a more calmer expression. He was actually the one who decided to hold your hand so you don’t wander off somewhere without warning him as you tended to do that.

Spotting something that caught your interest in the corner of your eye, sparkles practically shone in them and you abruptly let go of Geto’s hand, racing into the store.

Geto paused when he saw you rush in, and sighed to himself, putting both hands in his pockets now, “I need to get one of those backpack leashes at this point…” He mumbles, following after you.