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21 I’m not too sure how I got here.

[cherrytreeworks]

Unleashed

Synopsis. Suguru Geto isn’t one to let a girl flirt with him at a bar, let alone allow himself to be taken home by her. When he sees you at the bar however, he allows himself to be intrigued by you, especially once he notices your cursed energy that you seem blissfully unaware of. Will he allow himself to be enchanted by you? Will he convince you to join his little master plan? Or will it all come crumbling down when you realize the handsome stranger that the bar is actually a monster?

Pairings. Suguru Geto x Reader

Content. MDNI. Post Defection!Suguru x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader. Wrote this high, have literally never written fanfic before, planning to make a series, eventual smut, toxic relationship with unnamed ex, alcohol involved, Suguru Geto is hard to read, Reader just wants some dick to get over her ex and will ignore every red flag to get there, Suguru Geto gets obsessive, Suguru Geto helps Reader unlock her cursed technique, Reader is definitely morally grey, Suguru Geto is manipulative.

WC. 1.6k

Chapter 1

It’s been a long time since you felt this free. The music in the bar is loud, you’re god knows how many shots deep at this point as you dance to the rhythm of the music, feeling it in your soul. A week ago you were at home in the states eating your feelings after your boyfriend of six years broke up with you out of seemingly nowhere. He just couldn’t handle how lucky you were. It was always one thing after another, acing a test everyone else failed, graduating early because you just so happened to take just enough college classes in high school, landing a high-paying job right out of college, getting every promotion, every good travel opportunity while your ex was still working the same dead-end job at the mall. You made him feel inadequate, like he was a loser. You never meant to, it’s just that whenever you want something, it just happens. You explain to everyone that you don’t know how it happens, that you must just have a lot of good karma built up, but you know deep down that’s a lie. You’ve felt it ever since you were a kid, that strong pull of energy, how every time you get your way you feel drained and if you get your way too many times in one day, the luck eventually runs out until tomorrow. You can sense that you might just be the one pulling the strings, I mean… that’s quite literally how you got to Japan.

***

Your local radio show was hosting a contest, the 100th caller gets a free trip to Japan. You quickly dialed the number waiting just a moment as you do your little ritual that has always brought you luck. You close your eyes and focus on your own energy, your aura of sorts. You imagine your energy flowing out of you and into the phone, willing it to make sure you are the 100th caller. Once you open your eyes, you press the call button and wait.

The radio show win was the last straw for your boyfriend. You excitedly bounced through the door of your shared apartment holding a ticket to an all expenses paid vacation to Tokyo for one. Your boyfriend who was having an okay day deflated right before your eyes. You thought he was upset that he couldn’t come with you but before you can even get the words out that you’ll pay for him he’s already on his feet and speaking to you.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He says with pure annoyance as he runs a hand through his hair. “I can’t keep seeing you get all this good shit when you’ve never done anything to deserve it.” His tone is cold and unforgiving, like you committed a horrible sin. Your lip quivers and you can feel your face get hot but he doesn’t stop. “I’ve spent my whole damn life working for everything I’ve ever had and it’s still nothing compared to what’s practically handed to your spoiled ass.” He points a mean finger in your face as tears finally start to spill from your eyes. “Now you’re fucking crying.” He mocks you. “can’t even fucking believe the hardest thing you’ve had to deal with is being broken up with. Spoiled fucking brat.” He mumbles almost to himself.

“Y-you know that’s n-not true.” You choke out in between sobs. He just chuckles coldly at you and moves to collect his things from the apartment.

“I’ll come back for the rest of my shit when you’re gone on your little trip.” And with that he’s out the door, slamming it harshly, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and come to terms with your new reality.

***

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t still hurt, but it’s hard to care when you can just will everything else into going great for you. The trip has been amazing so far, especially right now. Drunk and happy at an exclusive club you lucked your way into.

The heat of the bar warms your scantily dressed body just enough to be comfortable as you dance your way over to the bar for your nth shot of the night. You settle into a seat next to some gorgeous man with long hair and wait for the bartender to walk over. The man next to you looks completely out of place here, wearing long robes that you assume to be traditional clothing. Maybe he’s here to meet someone or something. You don’t care, you’re just appreciating the view until you can get some more alcohol in your system.

The man seems to feel your gaze as he turns to face you. You don’t notice the whirlwind of emotions that fly across his face, disgust to intrigue to calm. All you notice is the charismatic little smile dancing on his face as he asks you your name. You give it to him, what’s the harm in flirting with one stranger.

“Suguru Geto.” His smile is almost inviting as he reaches out his hand for you to shake. You take it and feel his warm calloused fingers as you delicately shake his hand. He on the other hand freezes for just a moment as he takes in your cursed energy, it's strong and trained, but he’s not familiar with who you are so you can’t be with the school and the higher ups. You don’t seem weary of him so you definitely aren’t with jujutsu society. A million possibilities flash through his mind. You’re obviously a foreigner, maybe you never got any training, you would have to be at least slightly aware of your technique, right?

You break him out of his thoughts by asking him what he wants to drink. He turns and sees the bartender standing in front of you both. He orders his drink and tells the bartender to put both drinks on his tab. 

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to.” You smile at him, a faint blush on your cheeks, partly from the alcohol, and partly from the kindness of this very handsome stranger. Yes a lot of good things happen to you just because you want them to, but you’ve never been able to use it on people. ‘With every great ability comes some kind of limit I guess’ you think to yourself.

“I can’t let this beautifully intriguing woman in front of me pay for her own drinks now can I?” He hums, leaning ever so slightly closer to you. ‘Devastatingly handsome and charismatic… dangerous,’ you think to yourself.

“Intriguing? Out of the two of us you’re definitely the most intriguing.” You practically purred, looking him up and down. “Wouldn’t expect a guy like you to be hanging out in a place like this.” You motion to his attire. He cocks an eyebrow and lets out a little chuckle.

“Yeah? And what kind of guy do you think I am darling?” He leans in, letting ‘darling’ roll off of his tongue in a devastatingly seductive manner. Usually, he wouldn’t have even spared you a second glance, he’s too focused on his mission to waste time flirting with a monkey but he could tell there was something different about you even before he felt your cursed energy. You almost commanded the space you were in, seemingly without even realizing it. It’s enough mystery and potential power to get a man like him very interested in whatever is going on with you. 

“I think you are much too refined and fancy for a place like this.” You drunkenly lean in closer to him, whispering like it's a secret. He smirks at your comment and takes a sip of his drink that the bartender just so happened to deliver at the perfect time. “What’s with the robes anyway?” you inquire, trying and failing to touch the material of his sleeves. Being drunk is hard sometimes. He lets out a low laugh at you hand grasping and nothing and reaches out, gently grabbing your hand and placing it on his upper arm to feel the material. It's soft and seemingly expensive and the more you feel up and down his arm, the more you realize that this man is absolutely jacked. You don’t let your growing attraction to this man be shown just yet… gotta make them work for it and all.

“I’m the leader of an organization, we specialize in helping rid individuals of their… curses.” He gazes deeply in your eyes as he speaks, looking for any sign of recognition. He finds none, which only seems to deepen his curiosity in you. A sorcerer that doesn’t know what curses are… how unusual. You tilt your head slightly, unable to comprehend what he means in your drunken state; but that’s the least of your worries right now, you are not thinking with your upstairs brain, especially with your hand still touching his defined bicep.

“That’s sweet… that you help people.” you purr, sliding your hand down to his forearm. He laughs genuinely, like he’s in the know of something you aren’t. You don’t question it, men like to try and be mysterious and if playing into his ego gets him in your bed tonight… you’ll let him keep his secrets. You notice that it’s getting very late and the bars will be closing soon, if you’re planning on getting this handsome stranger on top of you, you’re going to have to make a move soon. You take the shot that has been on the bar waiting for you, an effort to hype yourself up a little more before you ask, “We should get out of here.” You hum in his ear. He looks slightly taken aback, he’s not used to women being so… forward. You’ve intrigued him too much for him to say no though. He closes out his tab and stands up, offering you his arm. You gladly accept, wrapping your fingers around his bicep once again as he gracefully leads you both out of the bar.