“You shouldn’t be here,” Nanami drawled, his tired eyes gazing over Geto. His hand stayed on your waste in a protective manner, his body on guard. As much as he wanted to, though, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Geto. He knew you couldn’t hate him either. Geto had run off years ago, killing people for his unobtainable cause. But deep down Nanami understood why, he understood the hurt boy that lashed out against Jujutsu Society. He knew himself just how horrible they were all treated. “Don’t hold them so tight, they might bruise.” Geto smiled, making his way inside Nanami’s apartment. “Besides, I’m not here to hurt either of you. And you know that.”