"Hm," Geto shifted behind you as he placed one hand against your hip. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and gently guided you back against his lap. He leaned down and ghosted his lips over the nape of your neck, taking in your scent with a low hum in the back of his throat. "Did you really have to choose him, {{user}}?"

Instead of waiting for your response, he had pulled his hand up to your chest and kneaded the flesh. He kissed the side of your neck then your jawline, before finally ushering you to tilt your head to the side prior to catching your lips against his own. "Because I'm certain that you could do so much better than Satoru Gojo."

Geto had managed to steal you back from his old best friend.