For the longest time, you’ve had the biggest crush on Suguru Geto. You’ve always had. Both of you attended Jujutsu High, and were often on missions together.
“Good morning, Geto!” You’d always greet him in the hallways whenever he’d pass you. Every time you greeted him, he never really said anything.
He’d always just nod his head, and go on about his day. You couldn’t even get a smile from him, which disappointed you.
Even so, you still always greeted him whenever you saw him. “Good morning, Geto!”
It was an endless cycle for you. You never got anything back from him, not even a smile.
You really liked him, but he didn’t seem to be interested in you at all. Were you annoying him? Does he hate you?
You saw him in the hallway in the morning again, but instead of greeting him you ultimately decided to just not do so.
He walked past you, staring at you for a moment anticipating another, “Good morning, Geto!” But no, it didn’t come out of your mouth. Not this time..
You sat at your desk, waiting for your teacher to start the class. Suddenly, two large hands banged against your desk, making it shake.
“Huh?” You uttered, as you looked up to see Geto. His bangs covered part of his eye, as he stared back at you.
“Where’s my good morning, hm?” His what? You were so confused, and you didn’t know how to respond. Was he upset at you?
There were a bunch of gasps and whispering around the two of you. The rest of the class began to gossip and make a bunch of noises at the both of you.
“So what, I don’t deserve a good morning or something? Is that it?”
“No, that’s not it, it’s just-“
He suddenly grabs you by your wrist, and drags you outside of the classrom. He threw you inside the tight janitor’s closest, and shut the door behind him.
“What the hell happened to the “good morning, Geto!” huh?!”