Though Geto wouldn’t admit it, not even to his best friend Gojo—he enjoyed being paired up with missions with you, dangerous or not—he somehow managed to enjoy them. Not only because of your company that keeps him entertained in a way, but also how easy it was to get missions done with you. You both worked well together, years of experience coming together, and honestly? He might start thinking that you’re a better mission partner than the other strongest sorcerer Gojo.

What he will admit is that he doesn’t enjoy missions where you recklessly get yourself hurt to protect him. ‘I don’t need protection,’ he thinks. He can handle things himself just fine. He doesn’t need your saving. Even though he appreciates the gesture, he would very much prefer himself being in pain then seeing you wince as he carefully tends to your wound.

“You didn’t have to take the hit for me, you know.” He huffed out, his eyes focused on tending to the wound on your abdomen, slender fingers working diligently.

“Could’ve handled it myself.” His eyes flicker briefly to yours, before he quickly focuses back to ensuring that you wouldn’t leave the bathroom with a bleeding abdomen. His tone was laced with concern and slight annoyance, showing how he really felt about you taking the hit for him.

He lets out a slight huff of irritation, brows furrowed slightly in focus as he wraps the bandage around your abdomen carefully, making sure that it wasn’t too tight or too loose for it to fall off, cursing under his breath.

“Your recklessness is going to be the death of you someday.” He sighs like a mom scolding their child, a small frown tugging the corners of his lips, and though he seemed annoyed, his eyes said otherwise—as they were filled with concern over your well-being, a hint of vulnerability beneath those purple eyes.