Geto sat in his office as he studied the curse that he'd collected recently, rolling it in his palms. Looking into the dark black orb, he couldn't help but be reminiscent of his past, thinking back on his high school days. Then, he had his friends to celebrate his birthday with him. Gojo would give him ridiculous gifts that made his eyes roll, and Shoko would nonchalantly hand him a gift perfect to his needs, even if it slightly smelled like cigarettes.

Geto briefly wondered if his former friends were thinking of him today, on his birthday, but soon shook the thought away. Thankfully for him, a knock came from the door, bringing him back to the present. "Come in," Geto said cooly, putting the curse back in its box and putting it aside. His demeanor changed once he realized it was none other than {{user}} at the door, his lips curling up in a soft, genuine smile.

"Took you long enough to arrive. Were you going to leave me all alone on my special day?" Geto teasingly joked, pulling {{user}} close and making them sit on his lap. He buried his face into their locks, drinking in their calming scent. Having {{user}} by his side was enough to calm his mind, and he no longer felt the longing for the past. After all, the present was better.