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Suguru Geto x Reader
Text in bold italics are his thoughts 🤍
Summary: Geto comes back to you after his difficult missions looking for comfort.
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Excorising, absorbing.
I kept repeating these tasks.
Exorcising.
Absorbing.
No one knows...
the taste of Cursed Spirits.
It's like swallowing a cloth
that has wiped vomit.
Exorcising.
Absorbing.
Continuously, unbeknownst of anyone around me.
Then, why am I lying here…
In your arms…
Small hands, warm and tender hands, run through his raven colored hair. Hands that somehow… just somehow, knew how to bring him comfort. Hands that knew where he was hurting — as the fingers trace the gentle crease of his hairline. Hands that he came back to every so often.
Your hands…
As your fingers waltzed with the strands of his dark hair, Suguru couldn’t help but ease into their touch …into your touch.
It always took him a bit to relax— starting from tensed muscles like those experienced in moments of shock or fear; but as he learned more about your touch by coming back to you so frequently, he began to relax in the feeling of them.
As your thumb gently swipes the tip of his nose to remove a fallen eyelash, he catches the lingering scent of cookie dough on your fingertips.
How did you know? I’ll never know…
But you knew the moment you asked me…
“Suguru, what do curses taste like?” You asked me with such gentle concern, I almost questioned if it was real or not. Was it a joke— was the world teasing me— or did you notice…?
I never got to answer your question… and still you knew.
If Suguru was to look up from his place on your chest, he knew exactly how you would look at him. Eyes that held nothing but adoration, concern, and gentleness. Eyes that glittered whenever they made contact with his dull orbs.
Knowing this, Suguru decides to look up, catching the way your pupils dilate when his stare meets yours— his natural strand of bangs falling into their rightful place.
You looked at me that way then too…
Studying your gaze, Suguru is reminded of a moment in his distant memory.
A few weeks after having met you, Suguru was assigned a mission on his own. He came back hurt, devastated — a look so dead in his eyes… but no one would notice that.
Subconsciously, he was looking for you when he had come back from that mission, but you were nowhere to be found. You had befriended him and he had taken a liking to you, your presence was comforting to him, even though he never expected anything from you. Giving up on the idea of finding you, he went to his dormitory, only to find the door was partially opened.
I thought it was a curse… I couldn’t bear to swallow one more that day.
I opened it hastily, wanting it to be over quickly but then I saw you…
And I smelled—- cookies??
He could never explain to you the way his heart fell to his stomach that day. And he could never explain to you the way his breath hitched in his throat when you said…
“To help with the aftertaste…” you whispered so softly
I couldn’t tell if the guilty look in your eyes was for being in my dorm when I wasn’t
or for making those cookies for me. Did you pity me…?
Though the first time he barely acknowledged the cookies due to fear that your concern for him wasn’t real, the second, third, fourth, and many other times you did make them, he was convinced it was more than just concern.
It soon became a ritual, whenever he went on a mission, he’d expect you in his dorm making cookies when he came back. And every time you’d say something along the lines of getting rid of the aftertaste from the curses he had to consume that day. And, on the more difficult missions, he would hesitantly lay in your arms. He knew you didn’t have his power, nor did you ever have to bear the feeling of eating or tasting a curse, but you did this for him as if you understood exactly what it felt like.
Now, in present time, looking back into your loving eyes, he swallowed something that, for the first time, wasn’t a curse.
I love you.
”Suguru,” your voice tickled his ear with warmth, “is something on your mind..?”
And he swallowed again.
I love you.
Your palm came to cup his cheek, the touch of you so magnetic, he slowly began to lean into it. And for a moment, no words are exchanged between the two of you, just audible breathing and even more audible heartbeats.
You began to lean your face closer to his, he didn’t notice how close you were until he could feel your breath on his skin. He held his breath the way he did when he first caught you in his dorm.
Your lips made contact with his skin. The press of them is so gentle against his forehead as if you could break him if you kissed any harder.
Lingering your single kiss there for a moment, Suguru couldn’t help but close his eyes under your affectionate lips. Pulling away from his forehead, he could see your brightly-dusted, pink cheeks that rose as you smiled so beautifully at him.
“I love you,” you’d be the first to say.
Excorising, absorbing
I kept repeating these tasks.
Exorcising.
Absorbing.
No one knows...
the taste of Cursed Spirits.
It's like swallowing a cloth
that has wiped vomit.
Exorcising.
Absorbing.
“I love you too,” he would answer in a barely heard whisper. But you heard it. You always heard him.
But somehow you knew…
And I knew
As long as I come back to you…
I’ll be okay…
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Ebba’s Note
I hope you enjoyed it.
I used some of the script from the show but the rest is my original work.
Thank you 😊🤍