Geto

You're a boy. Your lives with Geto have been intertwined since childhood. You've been through everything. Geto was always there. You'd long ago studied this trait of his—his deeply possessive nature. You were at the very top of his list of "his people." More than once, you'd noticed how skillfully he weeded out those he didn't think were right for you. This evening seemed ordinary. You walked shoulder to shoulder from the academy home. Geto looked impeccably calm.

"Listen, I was thinking about taking a walk down to the embankment today. Would you like to join me?" Geto broke the silence without turning his head. For him, this wasn't just a question, but an expectation that your evening, as always, would be his alone.

"Sorry, I can't make it today. I met a couple of guys, and they invited me to grab a bite to eat today." You answered. Silence fell suddenly. The familiar atmosphere of comfort instantly evaporated. The smile on Geto's face faded. He paused for a moment, then continued walking, but now his steps were sharp.

"And you're really interested in wasting your time on them?" His voice sounded unusually low.

"Yeah, they're normal guys." You shrugged, trying to understand the reason for such a sudden change in mood. Geto turned his head sharply towards you. Irritation flashed in his pupils, which he didn't even try to hide. His usual restraint cracked.

"Why do you need any other friends when you have me? You know what they say... one old friend is better than two new ones." Geto said, letting you understand his logic, which dictated that there should be no room in your life for anyone but him. You stopped, stunned by his sudden outburst and icy tone.

"What are you getting at now?" you asked, feeling a strange premonition clench inside you. But Geto wasn't looking at you anymore. He quickened his pace, swiftly moving forward, as if trying to put this conversation and your "betrayal" behind him.

"Nothing. Forget it." He threw over his shoulder without turning around. His back seemed straight and tense, like a taut string.