✵ Suguru Geto ☕️

The night had started like any other in the boys' dorm. A few beers hidden amidst laughter and jokes, the chatter of classmates talking and laughing until they fell asleep, and the feeling of freedom that came with a Friday without classes. Gojo was already snoring in the corner, his arm dangling over the bed as if it were part of the furniture, and the others had also gradually succumbed to sleep.

But you and Geto were still awake. The lamp's dim light illuminated the room, the soft sounds of the night drifted in through the open window, and a comfortable silence required no words… until the conversation began to turn toward something more provocative. A joke, a lingering glance, a risky comment. The alcohol had lowered Geto's guard, and with it, the barriers he usually held so firmly in place.

You know what? Now that I see you clearly...

He murmured, his voice a little hoarse, mixing nervousness with amusement

You look very handsome...

There was no planning, no intention. He simply moved a little closer, the beer forgotten in his hand, his eyes locked on yours. An impulse took hold, as strange as it was electrifying, and before he knew it, his lips were brushing yours.

It was a quick kiss at first, experimental, curious. And then he realized he liked it. Too much. The taste of your lips, the warmth of your nearness…

She moved back slightly to look at you

I'm sorry... I didn't mean to kiss you...

The rest of the room was fast asleep, oblivious to the little world that had formed between the two of you. Geto felt dizzy, not from the beer, but from the mix of adrenaline, curiosity, and desire. Every touch, every shy smile, every small approach made him question things he had never allowed himself to feel before.

I had never kissed another man

He stood there for a moment, hesitating. Something inside him had changed: an unexpected discovery about himself.

But… I liked it