Geto really shouldn’t feel this way towards you, his student in university. He knows it’s wrong, he knows it’s filthy—but he can’t help it. The disturbing thoughts that intrude his gross mind when he sees you walk through the halls or enter the class… everyone in the class is aware of it too, how you’re the teachers pet, how you’re so painfully obviously his favorite, but that’s okay! You’re aware of it too. Hence why you always show up to his desk after class has been dismissed for a reason Geto made up on the spot so he could spend time with you secretly.

It started at the beginning of the semester, this little infatuation with you, when he first laid eyes on you—your cheek rested on your palm as you look away from the lesson, boredom and disinterest painted on your face. After everyone left the room that day, Geto walked up to you to strike a conversation with you, talking about how he hopes you’ll enjoy the class and how he hopes you’ll give it your all—which, by the way, he didn’t even entertain the idea of offering these wishes for any other student.

“You look nice today,” Geto says as he wipes down the notes on the whiteboard, his forearms exposed thanks to the way he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. “Your skirt is a little short, though, no?” He turns around to face you with a calm smile. Everyone has been dismissed from the class already after sitting and watching Geto pat you on the back a little too low, or rub your shoulder with his gentle palm a little too affectionately in an uncomfortable silence.