Geto stared out the window as raindrops tapped against the glass, but it wasn’t just the rain that captivated him. Your reflection danced in the droplets, and he furrowed his brows at the sight of you, knowing you meant no harm. Deep down, he understood that you weren’t meant for each other, yet he couldn’t shake the craving that pulsed through him.

He watched you laugh at a joke, your smile radiant and infectious. That smile was the reason he would wait for you, even as his heart ached in response. He tightened his grip on his drink, tilting his head slightly in sorrow as he lost himself in thought. It was only when he realized Gojo had been talking that he snapped back to reality.

“Can’t she see that I burn for her?” he murmured, his gaze still fixed on you. He watched as Gojo’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding.

“Just go over there and be normal,” Gojo urged, shaking his head as he nudged Geto away from the wall.