Content warning: none, Sugu being a simp, reader writes poems, no romantic progress just a convo honestly. Pt. 2 to this but could be read as a standalone
Wc: 836
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The introductory part of the poetry competition had dragged on for an half an hour now, and Geto Suguru was getting sick of it. He doesn’t see the point of such useless pleasantries. What would the principal with a science background care about a poem? He never expressed any such interest either, so Geto thinks making such a huge fuss by felicitating him and requesting a speech is pointless. He’s here for you anyways. And what you have written. He doesn’t hate poetry, and finds himself enjoying a few occasionally, but he’d be lying out of his ass if he said he wasn’t here solely for you.
His eyes almost seemed to be lazer focused on you, sitting with Utahime on the third row, pretending to listen to the speech while sharing laughs at whatever hushed conversation were having. He wonders if you participated, and what would your topic be about. He wishes he could ask Utahime for help, but knowing how loyal girls can be, she’d probably spill the beans on him.
He sighs, stretching his long legs in front of him, and finds himself reaching for his phone. He is sure no one would notice (or care) about him, tucked away all the way in the back. Despite his popularity, he’s not the reason why they’re all here, after all.
He opens his camera, and looks at himself. He’s never been particularly insecure but after falling for you, he finds himself wondering if he’s handsome enough, especially next to Gojo Satoru. Finds himself glancing at every reflective surface to make sure he looks presentable in the rare situation where you offer him that heart attack inducing smile when you accidentally see each other on campus.
His front camera mirrors his face back to him. He has tied his hair back in a bun, and had clipped his bangs neatly to the side. Piercings off to look less intimidating. He almost considered putting on the small Hello Kitty clip from Shoko that, in her words would "make him look more babygirl" but decided against it, deeming it overkill.
When you finally step up to the podium and begin reading, best believe he’s hanging onto every word. The themes, the title, the setting. He has his plan laid out in his head- listen to your poem, approach you after the competition and talk to you about it. You seem to be passionate about writing, so a good understanding of your work and an attentive audience should earn him some extra points in his favour, right? He mentally thanks all the fancy literature books that his mom actively encouraged him to read. It all lead up to this moment.
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"I can’t believe you didn’t win! Not even a third prize!?" Utahime complains the moment you’re out of earshot of everyone involved in the competition. You laugh at her sincere complain. She has always been supportive of ‘smaller talents like you’, as per her claims and remains your number one fan.
“Come on, it’s somewhat valid. The winners did write some pretty good stuff.”
“Even so…” she grumbles. But before she could launch another long rant about favouritism, a somewhat hesitant Geto Suguru approaches you both. It would have been preferable for him to talk to you alone but if he could convince you both that he’s sincere, that would be favourable considering friends can sometimes be the biggest hurdles.
“Hey… I saw you at the poetry competition today” he offers his best polite smile at the two of you, hoping this was a decent opening line.
“Oh right- Geto Suguru, was it?”
“Yes. I must say, I really thought you’d win something, I thought your poem was one of the better ones.”
“I’ve been saying!” interjects Utahime, and while she’s not his main focus, he’s glad to have the backup from a trusted source.
You look down modestly and chuckle- “ah, no, no it’s quite all right. Certain topics are favourable and they did a good job writing them, can’t discredit talent.”
“Well yes, but I think I’ve seen one too many Romantic era inspired poetry in these events. Yours was much unique, I like how you explored complex internal struggles.” As much as he’s trying to impress you by proving that he understands your work, he does hope desperately that he doesn’t sound like a try-hard straight from Reddit.
“Oh- thank you, this might be the first time someone has actually come up to me to discuss my writing, I’m kinda flattered.” You flash a sheepish smile, much more wider and sincere than the polite one, and he thinks his heart rates may reach alarming heights from the cuteness of it all.
“Don’t mention it. It’s the truth”
Another chuckle from you. He seems to be on a generational run.
“Wait- you said you often see me- do you visit these events yourself?”
He nods. “I do, but I’m not good at writing myself so I prefer reading- or er- listening as a way to engage with literature.”
You nod in understanding. “I used to do that too before I got confidence to actually start writing myself… why don’t you join me next time you see me?”
He swore he just won the lottery
“Sure, I’ll see you around, then?”
“Yeah, see you Geto”
Mission successful.
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A/n: ahh I’m having so much fun with this, might turn it into a series. I love Sugu so much it’s not even funny. Feel free to drop any reqs!
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Raucous laughter it's heard through the whole yard. Unmistakable. It belongs to the Gojo Satoru (the loudest) and company.
You whip your head towards the noise, and he is indeed there with his friends, all of them scattered on the grass. Somebody must've said something hilarious because even the blonde one is smiling.
The sound is so comical and contagious that you have to look away before you start laughing too. You opt to busy yourself with your lunch as you wait for your friend to return from the restroom.
"Were you enjoying the view?"
That voice. Soothing and slightly teasing but not in a mean way. You got to hear it up close while working on a school project with its owner, and you still do on the occasional greetings.
"Geto?"
"Mhm." he eyes the spot next to you on the concrete. "Can I sit?"
You move your friend's belongings closer to you to leave more space for him, even though there's plenty. He takes this as a yes and sits with you comfortably.
"So, you were staring at Satoru again."
"No, I wasn't." The fruit in front of you suddenly becomes very interesting.
"You were, I saw you."
"Everybody was looking. You guys aren't exactly quiet."
"Fair enough. But you were looking harder."
You threaten to throw a grape at him before putting it in your mouth, which earns you a chuckle from him. "Did you just come here to bother me?"
"Partly," he is focused on his group of friends in the distance, "I was thinking of something. How about I set you up on a date with Satoru?"
You gasp like the idea is scandalous, and end up choking a little in the process. Geto rubs a gentle hand on your back until you recover from the coughing fit. "Please, stop thinking."
"I'm just saying. Satoru is my best friend, you are someone who I've come to appreciate. I figure I could do you both a favor."
Your head says no in a painfully slow motion.
"It occurred to me," he continues, "we could try a double date? Would your friend be interested? If not, it's fine, it'd be just you and Satoru."
You blink. "Wait, you like my friend?"
He shrugs. It's not a 'no'.
That's changes everything. A date with Gojo is unthinkable for a number of reasons, you'd never dare to agree to it. However, if there's something in game for Geto and your friend, you can't just selfishly decline.
"I could ask her."
He hums. "Are you sure? It was just a silly suggestion. I wouldn't like any of you being uncomfortable."
"No! I mean, it's a bit surreal but I guess it'll be fun."
There's the pleasant sound of his laugh. "Don't tell her it's a date. I won't tell Satoru either. It feels more natural that way."
"Got it."
He stands on his feet and brushes the dust off his uniform pants. "I'll text you to plan the details."
"Don't you need my number for that?"
"I already have it." He's leaving by now but turns his head just to give you a smile. "It's on our class group chat."
Your friend is back not much later and sits where Geto was a few moments ago.
"What did I miss?"
-
Geto and you decided to go to a place where you could chat and get something to eat. When you and your friend arrive, the boys are already there. Geto calls your name the second he spots you, acting like he is surprised to see you there.
"What a coincidence." He lies.
"You're here for the milkshakes too?" Gojo excitedly points behind him where his sweet treat is being prepared.
"Yes-"
"We should try a weird flavor this time." Your friend tugs at your arm.
"Hey, why don't you sit with us? The more the merrier." Gojo is the one to propose, to Geto's relief. "You think the others would like to come?"
-
Shoko, Nanami and Haibara join you in no time. You all seem to adjust well as the conversation gets interesting. It goes to show that you're not all that different from each other. Your friend takes a sip of her milkshake and lets out a low 'yuck' right after.
"What?" You poke her cheek.
"It's terrible."
You offer her your own milkshake and she gratefully accepts it to get rid of the foul taste. You venture to drink hers, despite her warning. And it's a mistake. Your face twists on your first and last try.
"Too bad?" Geto's question would've got lost in the background banter if he wasn't sitting right across from you.
You nod.
Just like you did with your friend, he pushes his drink towards you. "Wash it down."
On a different occasion you would hesitate but in this case you prefer to make the most of his kindness. One sip immediately makes it better.
"Thank you." You give his drink back, alleviated because the bitterness on your tongue is gone, and because he no longer has to keep his attentive gaze on you.
Geto brings the infamous milkshake close to his nose. His face doesn't contort like yours did, but his eyes narrow.
"I'm getting you a new one."
"Geto!" You slap your hand on top of his the moment you see he's about to stand up, but remove it right away like it burns.
"It's Suguru." He corrects with the faintest of smirks.
"Sorry... Suguru. I... no, thank you, I can buy it myself but I don't need another one, really."
"What if I want to treat you? It's either that or we share mine." He tilts his head. "I don't mind any."
It seems like he means it. You look to your side where your friend is and then back at him. And it clicks. He should've told that to her but he's most likely pretending to pay more attention to you to get her to notice and make her realize she wants that attention for herself or something like that. It makes a little bit of sense. You can help with that, although sharing drinks would be too intimate and that might complicate things for him. The other option it is.
"Cookies and cream." You wink at him now that you understand his plan.
He winks back. "I'll be right back."
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You mention your friend at any given chance. When somebody talks about sports you brag she was a cheerleader in middle school. When somebody talks about videogames, you brag she always wins first place in mario kart. When somebody talks about Suguru's hair, you brag she's so good with french braids.
"Aw, really? I love braids but mine is too short." Shoko laments, holding a strand of hair between her fingers.
"No, it's totally doable!" Your friend says. "Want me to try?"
"Sure."
"What about you?" Suguru asks you. "Can you do that too?"
"She's taught me a little, but I'm nowhere near her level."
"Sounds like you need practice. My hair is available for that, you just have to promise to be very careful."
"That's the problem," your friend complains, "her braids are too loose because she's too careful."
"Works for me." Suguru assures.
You feel like you're about to stutter out a reply, luckily, Gojo speaks next.
"You guys can be our stylists! For our rock band."
"You have a rock band?" Your friend is as surprised as you.
"No." Everybody answers slightly out of sync.
"It's in the making." Gojo defends.
"Does that mean you all play instruments and such?" Curiosity is evident in your tone.
"I'm going to be the manager," Shoko shrugs, "so I don't have to worry about that."
"Thought you were going to say vocalist for a moment there." Suguru breaths out like he's relieved, while the others struggle to stifle a laugh.
Unimpressed, Shoko sends a fry in Suguru's direction, but Gojo catches it with his mouth before it reaches its target.
"You guys are so mean." You shake your head. "Shoko has a nice speaking voice, I bet she can sing."
"Thank you!"
"Well, the problem isn't her voice..." Haibara rubs his nape.
"It's the lack of skill." Gojo is tactless as expected.
"She'd be skilled as a manager," Nanami advocates for her, "that's what matters."
"Unfortunately they're right, but my passion makes up for the 'lack of skill'" Shoko quotes in a mocking voice.
"You could be a rapper, then." Suguru suggests after being the one starting this mess.
"And you could be the lyricist!" Your friend points at you.
"Oh?" Suguru raises his eyebrows. "Is that your thing? Are you our generation's poet?"
"No at all, I'm just good with rhymes for some reason."
"Well, I am talented poet," Gojo butts in, "so you'll have to send your lyrics to me and see if they get my approval."
"Of course not. I'm sending them to the manager."
"Write the best lines for me, please." Shoko plays along.
The discussion continues. They're trying to decide who plays what. Gojo claims the guitar, Nanami is debating whether they should include a keyboard, Haibara is indecisive. But nobody is talking about an integral part of their imaginary band, so you have to do it yourself.
"What will Suguru do?"
Gojo puts an arm around his best friend's shoulder, "Suguru and I are the visuals."
"I can see it," your friend comments, still fixed on Shoko's hair, "but honestly everyone on this table is pretty good looking."
Disaster arises once more. Shoko is flattered, Haibara blushes, Gojo says they have the face but not the attitude, Nanami argues their personalities are good enough. Meanwhile, Suguru is staring at you, with his chin resting on his palm.
"So? Any instrument you want to play?" You ask him, ignoring whatever is happening with the others.
"Mhm, the recorder."
You snort.
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The group is even more chaotic in the arcade. All of you show off your abilities in some games and make a fool of yourselves in others. It's all fun, regardless.
You press every button available in a desperate attempt to beat your friend's character on the screen. Sadly, she's faster and soon your character is knocked down on the ground. She celebrates while you sulk.
From your peripheral you see the person you were thinking about.
"Suguru!" You call as you wave your arm.
When he makes it to where you are, you give him your place.
"I believe my friend needs a worthy opponent and I'm not it. You should play together."
"Or I could help you." He offers. "I can tell you how to play."
"That's cheating!" Your friend whines.
He does some quick arm stretches for intimidation purposes, maybe. "Fine, I'll do it, but watch closely." That was directed at you.
The battle starts. At first you were convinced he was going to let your friend win, but he's not going easy on her. She curses here and there, he snickers and says something back. The game ends with Suguru's victory.
"Were you watching?"
"We're not done yet." Your friend gives him a piercing look. "Let's play another round."
He accepts.
You leave in the middle of the rematch. Now it's up to those two to make it work.
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Suguru's first mission is to find Haibara and give him the two coins he's been saving for him, behind Nanami's back. The second one is to find you.
He's not surprised to see Haibara in the ufo catchers area. What he didn't expect, though, was seeing you there as well, practically hugging the machine his friend is using as you guide him.
"There."
Haibara listens to you and presses the button. The claw moves, it grabs the item he so much wants, it comes closer, you're feeling optimistic, and... it falls before making it to the prize chute.
He sighs disappointed. "So close."
"I'm sorry, that was my last coin. But at least you're getting better at this."
"Thanks-"
"I have two." Suguru is behind you. You didn't even notice when he got here. "Though Nanami won't be happy about it."
Haibara initially refuses, telling Suguru to spend the coins on something else, but eventually gives in and tries again.
Suguru stands on the other side of the machine. Now you're both guiding the youbger boy. This attempt is better than the last one, still, it's not enough. It goes the same way with the next one. However, there's not time to grieve.
"I knew you'd be here." You and Haibara get startled by Nanami's sudden presence. "Thought you wanted to quit your addiction."
"I'm not addicted! I just want to win once, I can't let it beat me."
Nanami frowns at that, but after some thought, he reaches his pocket and hands Haibara a coin. "It's not healthy to get obsessed over these things, they're up to not good, they steal from you. That's why you're getting just one coin from me. If it doesn't work, know that you tried your best and move on."
Haibara nods more determined than ever. He goes for it one last time. His eyes are focused as he maneuvers the claw, the tension is palpable. You notice Nanami clenching his jaw. He's more invested than he would admit.
"Why are you partying without us-"
Nanami turns around to shush Gojo who just arrived with Shoko and your friend.
Haibara blows out some air and presses the button, this is it. The claw descends at an almost flawless angle. It grips the prize like before, it moves, looks like it cannot hold it for much longer. Everybody waits with bated breath. The toy sways up there in the air and then it falls, right into the prize chute. You all erupt in claps and cheers and congratulate Haibara like this is a life changing event.
-
The whole crew heads to the subway station, ready to go home after spending a fun day with little worries.
"You barely talked to Satoru." At some point, Suguru and you end up walking side by side. Perfect opportunity for him to touch on the subject without the others listening.
"I talked to everybody. They're so cool by the way."
"Yes, but I imagined you'd be over the moon with Satoru around, stick by his side the entire day. Maybe you would bat your eyelashes at him..."
You puff out your cheeks to stop you from grinning. "You did not imagine all that. And I could tell you the same thing."
"It's not me who's always stealing glances his way, or getting flustered whenever he's near."
"I don't..."
"You really do. It's because of him, right?Because you like him. Or am I wrong?"
It's the way he phrases it, the way he emphasizes the last question, that finally makes you realize what's going on. He's known the truth all along. And you're so gullible for believing you could hide it from him of all people.
Suguru is just there watching you with that calm expression of his, patiently waiting for your answer.
"Yes." You admit.
"Yes what?"
"You're wrong."
"And why is that?"
"Because..." you waver, "I don't like him, I like you."
Silence settles between you two, but his eyes never leave you.
"I was hoping so."
A frown appears on your face. "That's not fair. You want to date my friend but also want me to like you?"
"You're pretty observant except when it comes to me. I'm a little wounded." It's a lighthearted comment, you can tell by the small curve of his lips.
"You're impossible to read, you know that, right?" You give him a timid push with your elbow. "Tell me, what am I not seeing?"
His gaze is even softer now, it traces every corner of your face, until he speaks again. "That I like you. And I want to date you."
Your chest tightens at that, you feel goosebumps, your body tenses, you get your hopes up against your will. Your brain is plagued with many questions, or none, or one: what was the meaning of today's 'date'? And apparently he knows what's on your mind, because he gives you an easy explanation.
"I thought it'd be easier for you to accept going out if other people were involved."
"...I see." Since the confession is out there, you might as well keep telling him how you feel. "I would've said yes... you know, if you had ask me out."
"Is that so?" He chuckles. It's a sound between contentment and regret. "I wasn't so sure about that. Guess I was nervous."
"Nervous? I'm sorry but that's hard to believe. You always look so composed and confident."
He stops walking and you do the same as soon as you notice.
"Suguru?"
"Would you lend me your hand?"
You don't leave him hanging. You put your hand on his inviting one. He holds it gently as he takes a step forward to close the distance between you. Then he places your hand over his chest and you can feel it: his racing heart.
Your other hand goes to your chest to compare your heartbeats, in the chance that counts as a reliable way of measuring feelings.
Suguru can't help but smile, being aware of your reasoning. "Are we on the same page?"
"Do you... really like me?"
"Very much." He lowers your hand without letting go. The city noise, the voices of your friends, become quiet in your ears. You're too busy staring at each other.
"Let me take out. What do you say? Just us two." His grip on your hand tightens for a brief moment, like he needed to do it to steady himself.
"Okay."
Suguru throws his head back and his shoulders vibrate with a silent laugh. He's thankful you haven't changed your mind about him but your simple 'okay' after all the tension is too humorous at the moment.
"Sorry, I'm nervous too." You confess not being able to hide your own enjoyment.
"No, no, it's perfect. I wanted to hear that."
"On one condition, though."
"Oh?" He can already sense the unseriousness of your request. "Let's hear it."
"Play the recorder for me."
"Would that make you fall helplessly in love with me?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Looks like I have no option. Be ready to listen to the same two songs on repeat."
You both resume your walking, hand in hand. Neither of you are in a rush to catch up with the others.
Who likes the idea of blind food tasting with your bsf geto and he’s giving you all these snacks and treats having you guess what they are before he shoves his cock down your throat and has you guess what it is?
in which you are sent to spy on Geto and secretly gather information within the cult, but what happens when you find out there is more to the cult leader than meets the eye?
Geto Suguru x Reader
a/n: mb if the characters are ooc i wanted to make the cult as scary as possible bc i feel like we don’t talk abt it enough?? anyway i hope i described it scary enough
Part I
Infiltrating the Star Religious Group was not as easy as you initially thought it would be. Passing all the trials and tribulations required to become an official member had been a chore, but it was nothing compared to the effort of hiding your cursed technique and masking your cursed energy.
You normally wouldn't accept such an absurd request from the higher-ups considering the old bastards represented everything you hated about Jujitsu society, but alas if there was one thing that you could agree with them on it was that Geto Suguru was a threat to humanity.
It has been five years since he defected from Jujitsu society, and Gojo Satoru had not killed him yet. The higher-ups were starting to lose hope, so instead of fruitlessly attempting to eliminate the problem entirely, they decided to work around it. By infiltrating his cult and gathering as much information as possible.
It had been the very reason they hadn't officially promoted you to special grade, choosing to keep the extent of your abilities a secret so they could use you as a last resort.
You scoffed internally as you stood in the grand hall, with other curse user cult members waiting for Geto to come on stage and do a speech. Doing the higher-ups dirty work was NOT fun, you wondered how your senpai, Satoru would react once he found out you were assigned here.
On second thought, maybe it was a good thing he was away, he would be furious that the higher ups even thought of sending you here. Perhaps even more angry at you letting the old men order you and around and for even accepting such a mission.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden silence which fell over the room. It seemed the cult leader had finally decided to make an appearance.
Your breath hitched, the sight of Geto Suguru was practically ethereal.
Long, silky strands of black hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing the sharp outline of his jaw. Sunlight streaming through the surrounding windows delicately framed his sculpted face, casting a warm glow on his cheeks. You watched in a trance, momentarily understanding why countless people foolishly sacrificed themselves for him and his twisted cause.
You jokingly thought to yourself that you understood why Satoru couldn't bring himself to kill him.
His dark eyes surveyed the room with an air of condescension, and you felt a shiver crawl up your spine. His mere presence was so immense that the room had chilled. You could practically taste the fear radiate off your fellow members and you were sure he could too. The corners of his lips curved into a smug smirk before quickly shifting into a charming smile that reeked of faux politeness.
"Welcome to the Star Religious Group, here we take care of one another like a family," he scanned the room, locking eyes with you.
Cold, violet eyes stared deep into your soul, as if seeing right through your disguise. It felt like staring into an endless abyss, filled with contempt, violence and emptiness all at once. His eyes held meaning, yet betrayed nothing. The air suddenly felt more stifling, coiling around you like a vice, gripping your neck.
And then, in mere seconds his gaze returned to the room, as if nothing ever happened.
You thought you had imagined it but you knew you didn't, your trembling hands proved it.
"In order to achieve our goal, eradicating those filthy monkeys we must stand together after all."
Monkeys. You held back a laugh, you knew the guy had a superiority complex based on the briefing the higher-ups gave you but you underestimated how bad it was. His ideals went against the foundations of the jujitsu world you had grown up in, it was deeply unsettling yet you couldn't help but be curious. Satoru never wanted to go into the details as to why Geto defected, but you had a feeling that it was as a result of frustration and resentment building up over time. After all, being a sorcerer took its toil, even for strong sorcerers like you.
The numerous deaths you had personally witnessed were hard to get over and at times made you feel as though your efforts were futile, however they made you all the more determined to protect others, to try better and become stronger.
He continued, droning on about how the organisation worked, how missions were carried out etc. You listened attentively, his soft-spoken tone heavily contrasting with the violence of his words, as an imposing sense of dread settled in the pits of your stomach.
His casual acceptance that the lives of non-sorcerers held no value, the glint in his eyes as he droned on about eliminating ruthlessly them, and worst of all the fact that the rest of the people in the room agreed with him. All of this made your stomach churn in a way it never had before. You felt bile rise in your throat, and with all the strength you could muster, you forced it back down.
Luckily for you, the meeting ended. You were eager to leave, the suffocating atmosphere had done numbers on your nerves, but unfortunately it was too early to do so. You still needed to survey the building and perhaps gain more intel.
You stumbled upon what seemed to be a garden. A large stone pond sat at its centre, its water glimmering and shimmering in the soft sunlight. Luscious, green trees circled the perimeter, providing a peaceful respite from the bright rays of sunshine. You could hear the faint twitter of birds in the background, as well as the occasional rustle of branches as they settled in their nests.
The place felt like a haven, but you knew better.
The sound of nearby giggles snapped you out of your momentary trance. You turned towards the noise only to be met with a young girl crashing into your arms. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you instinctively held her closer, cradling the back of her head gently to prevent injury.
She looked up at you with wide eyes, before blinking curiously. Her brunette hair was in two long plaits, paired with two pink bows at either side. Her chubby cheeks flushed as she stared at you with an open mouth, a quiet murmur slipping from her lips.
"Pretty...."
"Wha-"
"Mimiko!"
Another young girl with similar features came darting towards you both, grabbing the other by the hands.
"Caught you! Wait who is this-"
"She's a princess!" The girl, whose name you now learnt was Mimiko, declared placing her hands on her hips with a triumphant smile. You flinched in surprise, although you weren't sure whether it was from her escaping your embrace or her sudden declaration.
The other girl let out a gasp in awe.
"Wow a princess, I've never met one of those before!!"
"Come on Nanako, we should host a tea party to welcome her!"
The two little girls dragged you further into the garden with a surprising amount of force. You watched in amusement as they sat you down at their makeshift table, carefully handing you a small porcelain tea cup.
Nanako carefully poured you some tea, whilst Mimiko cut you a slice of cake. They watched you with wide, expectant eyes, you could practically see stars forming in them.
You played along with a soft smile, but internally you were confused. How could two sweet, young girls be in the midst of a cult? How did they get wrapped up in such a mess, your mind fumbled through the various theories that you could come up with but none were satisfactory.
The picture was strange to the say the least. A little tea party in a picturesque garden in the middle of the association’s quarters, paired with two seemingly innocent little girls, who naively trusted strangers without a second thought.
A chill settled down your spine, what if they were part of a bigger picture? What other terrible things had this cult been doing that the rest of the jujitsu world weren’t aware of? The crumbs of cake all of a sudden felt sickeningly sweet, building a harsh lump in your throat.
A velvety voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Girls what are you doing here?”
You looked up, startled immediately recognising the man before you.
He looked at the three of you with a tight lipped smile, but you could easily feel the clear apprehension radiating off him in waves. His eyes narrowed down on your figure with a menacing glint, you could see his jaw ticking.
“Geto-sama we were just having a tea party with the princess!” Mimiko exclaimed, her innocent declaration momentarily breaking the tension between you two.
You watched as the man before you softened his gaze, tension melting from his shoulders as he relaxed.
“You two should clean up dinner is almost ready,” he smiled.
The two girls sprang up from their seats and quickly rushed inside without so much sparing you a second glance. You could see the adoration they had for him melting from their eyes.
A deep pang settled in your stomach as you realised that these girls were just like the many others you saw assembled together in the hall earlier. Except younger.
They held his man on a pedestal. Their saviour. Their God. Who could do no wrong.
His presence before you suddenly felt more imposing, more intense as you realised the true extent of his influence over people. Especially their perception of people. It was suffocating, disgusting and at the same time fascinating.
Before you could even notice, he was right in front of you, with his hand tightly gripping your neck.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” he asked with narrowed eyes, his harsh grasp on your neck only drew out ragged splutters and coughs from you.
Your vision began to blur and you could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.
The prospect of death didn’t scare you, it never did considering you were a jujitsu sorcerer, however the possibility of dying at the hands of this man felt different.
It would mean all your hard work these past few months would go to waste, and there would have to be another poor soul to replace you.
Knowing your abilities, you knew there would be no one who could and you didn’t want to sentence them to such a cruel fate.
What scared you even more was the eyes of the man before you.
Beautiful yet so shockingly empty.
He looked at you like you were nothing. Like the act of killing another human being didn’t make him feel anything. Not even the thought of killing you filled him with the usual psychotic pleasure you saw from cursed users you had fought before.
Nothing.
You were just another insignificant being in his life, another pathetic creature who wasn’t even in his way.
And for some reason, that made you feel an indescribable sense of fear you had never felt before.
♡ hobbies - reading, writing, photography, nail art, makeup art
♡ interests - black history, filmmaking, coding, violin
♡ mbti - infp
♡ green flags - compassionate, loves hard
♡ red flags - clingy, petty
oooo okay this one took me a minute because i kept bouncing between a couple people, but i'm giving you geto!
you're an infp who's both deeply creative and deeply empathetic. reading, writing, photography, makeup, nail art... literally everything you listed has some sort of artistic or emotional expression behind it! geto is someone who appreciates intention behind what people create. he notices the little things! he'd ask why you chose that color palette for your nail set or why you framed a photo a certain way because he wants to understand how your brain works.
i think he'd adore how hard you love people! geto has always valued people he considers "his own" more fiercely than almost anything else. even after everything, one of his defining traits is how deeply devoted he is to the people he chooses. you're both the kind of people who don't really do relationships halfway.
the clingy thing also works here because i really don't think geto would mind and if anything, i think he'd find it endearing and he'd secretly enjoy having someone constantly gravitating toward him! this is the same man who raised mimiko and nanako with so much care and they adored him. he's naturally attentive with the people he loves. if you wandered over while he was reading and just quietly leaned against him, he'd shift his arm without even looking up so you could get comfortable. after a while it'd become such a habit that neither of you would even notice you were doing it anymore!
and i don't think the pettiness would escalate much with him. geto is so absurdly composed that it's hard to get a real reaction out of him!
overall i think this works because you both love with intensity! the difference is that you'd encourage him to express it more openly while he'd make sure you never have to question where you stand with him. you'd become the person he lets his guard down around completely and he'd become the person who reminds you that being deeply emotional isn't something you ever have to apologize for. i just think you'd make each other's worlds feel a little softer!!
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To x-reader fanfic writers, as a Latina I am begging you PLEASE, do yourself and our community a favor and stop describing Latin characters just as "Latina."
Latino culture, despite its similarities, is made up of cultures from completely different countries, each with their own ways of communicating, their own music, their own food, etc.
Sometimes your descriptions are so stereotypical that I wonder if you've ever actually talked to a real Latino person in your life, and I mean Latin Americans from Latin America, not someone of Latino descent who was born and raised in the ass-crack of New York.
Understand that even those two people are going to experience Latino culture in completely different ways.
Where does your character come from? What is their country? What culture are they a part of? It’s the exact same thing as taking an Asian character and simply describing them as "Asian," as if all the cultures of that massive continent were the same.
Even with language, even though most Latin American countries speak Spanish, that same language is going to be used in communication in completely different ways depending on the region.
And NOT ALL LATINO COUNTRIES ARE HISPANIC
Latino ≠ Hispanic
In Brasil, we speak Portuguese <33
It's just a rant, please don't kill me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
suguru watches with an endearing gaze that softens his lavender eyes as the girls, mimiko and nanako, run off with their baskets to pick fruit. they’re wearing strawberry- and cherry-print dresses, respectively, that suguru made for them.
“i’m glad we’re doing this. look how excited they are,” you say, your own eyes gentle and your smile tender.
suguru squeezes your hand in agreement, his fingers laced with his as you follow the girls.
you turn to look up at him only to find that he’s already looking at you with the same look in his eyes. like you’re his whole world. it makes your heart stutter, and the way the late-spring sun casts a glow on him like he’s sunlight itself only makes it worse.
he smiles, a little teasing, the rest soft, because he knows what he does to you. he brings your entwined hands up to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles. and you’re sure that he must be able to hear your heart thudding against your ribcage, as if you haven’t been together for a few years now.
there’s a camera strap hanging off his neck, and he uses his free hand to point the camera at you and snap a picture before you can even blink.
“my pretty girl,” he says to himself, tugging you along with him towards your eight-year-olds who are already crouched down, reaching into the shrubs to pluck ruby-like strawberries.
once they decide that they’ve gotten enough, they lead you and suguru to another area of the fruit farm to pick blueberries and then raspberries.
“be careful of any thorns, girls,” suguru reminds softly, crouching with them to help them and make sure that they don’t hurt themselves.
“we know, we know,” nanako says, reaching carefully for the raspberries.
suguru tenderly pats both of their heads. “i know, you’re my smart girls. i’m just reminding you; i know you’re excited.”
their baskets soon become full of a variety of fruit, reds and blues, with a few kiwis as well. and when suguru suggests that they go pick some vegetables, nanako scrunches her nose up while mimiko shakes her head.
“fine, i’ll make an exception this time. only because today is for you two,” suguru relents, almost immediately. he’d do anything to make his daughters happy.
as you walk to the exit to pay for your harvest, you all plan what to do with the load of fruits that they picked.
“can we make strawberry tarts? oh! and we can use the blueberries for muffins,” mimiko says excitedly, her smaller hand holding yours, and she swings your arm.
suguru laughs softly, unable to contain the fondness that swells in his heart. spring looks so pretty on him.
“of course we can. maybe i can make blueberry sauce to have with pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, too.”
both of the girls eagerly agree, already thinking about all the desserts they’re going to be able to have.
fruit picking is definitely going to become a frequent activity for your family, seasonal desserts filling the scent of your home.
a/n: suguru is a househusband in this domestic!suguru makes me want to explode UGH
