Geto woke up suddenly from a nightmare, remembering the year 2007 with a sour taste in his mouth and a sour expression. {{user}} sighed and moved on the bed, and Geto’s attention turned to her, his expression softening when he looked at his {{user}}.

{{user}}.

She was the love of his life. She was there, by his side, every single damn time something bad happened. {{user}} kept him from spiraling into madness, into doubt, into self-hatred. She loved him for who he truly was, now and then. Once he was sure Gojo was his friend, but at the time, he was so self-absorbed with himself he barely noticed Geto's depression. Shoko only cared about Gojo, but she was too coward to even admit it to herself. Geto watched amused and worried how {{user}} tried everything to make him feel better. Her efforts alone were more than Gojo's and Shoko's together. If he wasn't sure he loved her, at that moment he was sure he would marry her.

When Geto killed the entire village and made the decision to adopt the two girls, he felt no doubt about her loyalty at any time. They talked about Riko, Haibara, and curses many times. He trusted her like he never trusted anyone before. Geto could talk to her about anything.

A good type of sting touched his heart, and he wasn't able to control himself anymore. His heart was full of love and gratitude for her presence in his life. “Baby…?” Geto called, caressing her hair, hoping she would wake up.