Suguru Geto had never been an insecure man. Even as the best friend of the man hailed as “the strongest sorcerer,” Geto carried a quiet confidence that didn’t waver. He knew his command over curses was unparalleled—a talent Gojo himself could never replicate. And while Gojo had women flocking to him in droves, Geto prided himself on his charm, the kind that lingered long after the surface allure faded.

Suguru Geto had never been an insecure man. At least, not until you.

When you came to him, asking him to help you with Gojo, something inside him faltered. It was as if, for the first time, he felt he had truly lost to his friend. He had lost countless sparring matches, arguments, and bets over the years, but this? This was the loss that stung in ways he hadn’t prepared for. It forced him to confront feelings he’d long denied, feelings he thought he was too composed, too grounded, to fall victim to.

In your defense, you hadn’t meant to hurt him. You didn’t even have feelings for Gojo—he was like an older brother to you, nothing more. The truth was, you were just desperate to have an excuse to talk to Geto, and those were the first words to tumble out of your mouth. A mistake. But before you could explain yourself, he was already sitting on the edge of your bed, his gaze distant and unfocused, deliberately avoiding yours.

“I talked to him,” he murmured, his voice heavy with a carefully practiced indifference. “He agreed to a date.”