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Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader

[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]

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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.

But none of that matters to you.

The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.

Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”

You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.

The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.

Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”

You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”

The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.

He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.

“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”

You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”

Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.

Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.

As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.

“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.

But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.

He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.

By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.

“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.

“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”

Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”

As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.

“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”

You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”

His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.

“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”

He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”

You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.

Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”

As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.