“Now, now. This is just a precaution.”

Geto’s gentle voice is incongruous with the way he has you chained up, bound and smothered, his cheek splattered with blood belonging to neither of you.

Geto had changed. This wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. He loved Gojo, he loved you, Gojo’s girlfriend—so what was this? Why? Why was he doing this?

“I promise I won’t hurt you, {{user}},” he says, even though you’re crying, “This is just to ensure the schools compliance.”