Lies In The Eyes Of Love
Summary: When Suguru Geto makes a selfish wish, he gets exactly what he wants and quickly realizes the cost is far greater than he ever imagined. as your feelings for him grow into something all consuming, neither for you can escape the consequences of a love that was never truly yours to give.
A psychological horror college AU inspired by “Obsession”. Dark themes, unhealthy attachment, guilt, manipulation, and no happy ending.
Content: geto x reader, college au, modern au, no curses au, wish gone wrong, be careful what you wish for, love taken too far, graphic violence, somnophilia, obsessive!reader, yandere!reader, psychological horror, dark romance, codependency, unhealthy love, devotion becomes obsession, reader spirals, all-consuming love, possessive!reader, emotional dependence, psychological trauma, non con, manipulation, tragedy, slow descent into madness, "this isn't what he meant," guilt, obsession isn't love, horror disguised as romance, DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EATTT!!!
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Chapter 1: First Impressions
College was supposed to feel different.
That was what everyone said.
A fresh start.
A new chapter.
A chance to become whoever you wanted to be.
Standing in the middle of a crowded campus with a backpack digging into your shoulder and an iced coffee sweating through your fingers, you felt exactly the same.
Lost.
The August heat settled heavily over the university.
Students flooded the walkways.
Some looked excited.
Some looked terrified.
Most looked like they belonged.
You didn’t.
You checked your schedule for the fifth time.
Psychology 101.
Humanities Building.
Room 204.
You were already ten minutes early.
And somehow still convinced you were late.
The lecture hall slowly filled around you.
Conversations bounced off the walls.
People introduced themselves.
Exchanged social media.
Made friends.
You opened your laptop and pretended to be busy.
It was easier that way.
If you looked occupied, people usually left you alone.
The seat beside you remained empty.
Good.
You preferred it that way.
The professor hadn’t arrived yet when the classroom door opened.
You didn’t know why you looked up.
Maybe because half the room did.
Maybe because the sudden silence caught your attention.
Or maybe because some people naturally drew attention without trying.
A tall student stepped inside.
Dark hair pulled into a loose bun.
Black shirt.
Relaxed posture.
The kind of person who looked completely comfortable wherever they went.
You watched him scan the room.
Just for a second.
Then looked away.
Because staring at strangers was weird.
Obviously.
A few girls near the front whispered to each other.
You heard one of them laugh.
“He finally showed up.”
Another rolled her eyes.
“Took him long enough.”
Apparently they knew him.
You didn’t.
And honestly, you didn’t care.
The professor entered moments later.
Class began.
You forgot about him almost immediately.
Or at least you thought you did.
Halfway through the lecture, your pen slipped from your desk.
You watched it roll beneath the row behind you.
Great.
You leaned down.
Someone else grabbed it first.
“Looking for this?”
You straightened.
The guy from earlier held your pen between two fingers.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
His eyes were warm.
Not striking.
Not dramatic.
Just warm.
Like he’d known you longer than thirty seconds.
You took the pen.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
His smile appeared briefly.
Then disappeared.
The interaction lasted less than ten seconds.
By the end of class, you should have forgotten about it.
Instead, for some reason, you remembered the exact way he smiled.
Which was annoying.
Because it wasn’t even a particularly memorable smile.
You saw him again two days later.
And then again the day after that.
The campus wasn’t small.
Yet somehow he kept appearing.
Across the courtyard.
Leaving the library.
Standing in line for coffee.
Always somewhere.
Always just long enough for you to notice.
It became a joke.
At least to yourself.
You never spoke.
You never approached him.
You simply existed in the same spaces.
Until Friday.
“You’re in Yaga’s class.”
You nearly dropped your coffee.
The voice came from your right.
You turned.
There he was.
Close enough to make your stomach twist unexpectedly.
Not because you were nervous.
Just surprised.
Probably.
“Uh.”
Brilliant.
“Yeah.”
His smile returned.
Smaller this time.
Amused.
“I’m Suguru Geto.”
The name clicked immediately.
Right.
The girls from class.
The whispers.
The way people seemed to know him.
You gave him your name.
For some reason, hearing it come from his mouth felt different.
Wrong.
Not bad.
Just strange.
Like hearing someone read a line from a book you’d never shown them.
“You’re always early.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“For class.”
Geto gestured vaguely.
“You’re usually already there when I arrive.”
The comment shouldn’t have bothered you.
But it did.
Slightly.
How had he noticed that?
You barely noticed him.
At least not enough to know when he arrived.
Right?
“You pay attention to that?”
The question escaped before you could stop it.
Geto laughed softly.
“I pay attention to lots of things.”
Something about that answer sat strangely in your chest.
Not enough to alarm you.
Just enough to remember later.
That night, you dreamed about him.
Not a romantic dream.
Not really.
You couldn’t remember most of it when you woke up.
Only fragments.
A hallway.
A voice.
Someone calling your name.
Dark eyes watching from the end of a corridor.
When you checked your phone, it was 4:12 in the morning.
Your room felt cold.
You stared at the ceiling.
Trying to remember why your heart was racing.
Eventually you fell asleep again.
When you woke up for class, you’d forgotten almost everything.
Except him.
For some reason, you remembered him.
Over the next two weeks, Geto became your friend.
At least that was the label everyone used.
Friends.
The word felt simple.
Safe.
Normal.
You studied together.
Shared coffee.
Complained about assignments.
Texted occasionally.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing worth overthinking.
But little things kept happening.
Tiny things.
Things you couldn’t explain.
The first time, you dismissed it.
You mentioned wanting to try a restaurant off campus.
The next day Geto invited you there.
Coincidence.
Probably.
The second time, you casually mentioned a book you’d loved as a kid.
Three days later he handed you a used copy.
Coincidence.
Again.
The third time felt stranger.
You never told him your birthday.
Yet somehow he knew.
The realization lingered longer than it should have.
When you asked how, he simply smiled.
“I heard someone mention it.”
Maybe he had.
Maybe you were being weird.
Maybe you were imagining things.
You wanted to believe that.
You really did.
The problem was that thinking about Geto was becoming easier.
Too easy.
You found yourself checking your phone for his messages.
Looking for him between classes.
Wondering if he’d be at the library.
Wondering what he was doing.
The thoughts came naturally.
Effortlessly.
Like breathing.
And that should have scared you.
It didn’t.
Not yet.
Suguru
The first time he saw you, he understood immediately.
Not love.
Not obsession.
Nothing dramatic.
Just certainty.
A quiet certainty.
The kind that settled deep inside someone’s bones.
There you are.
The thought appeared before he could stop it.
You sat near the front of the lecture hall.
Looking nervous.
Alone.
Twisting a pen between your fingers.
Geto couldn’t explain why he kept looking at you.
Only that he did.
The professor spoke.
Students laughed.
Time passed.
And still his attention drifted back to you.
Again.
And again.
And again.
By the end of class, he knew he wanted to speak to you.
So he did.
A dropped pen.
A simple conversation.
An excuse.
Nothing more.
Yet somehow he spent the rest of the day thinking about it.
Thinking about you.
Weeks passed.
His feelings worsened.
That was the only word for it.
Worsened.
Like an illness.
Like a wound refusing to heal.
The more he learned about you, the more he wanted.
Another conversation.
Another text.
Another hour.
It was never enough.
Nothing was enough.
And he hated himself for it.
Because he knew better.
He knew people weren’t possessions.
He knew affection couldn’t be forced.
He knew.
He knew.
He knew.
Yet every night his thoughts returned to the same place.
You.
The charm appeared three weeks later.
Geto found it by accident.
At least that’s what he told himself.
An old antique store hidden between buildings off campus.
Dust-covered shelves.
Yellowed newspaper clippings.
The owner looked older than time itself.
Geto almost left immediately.
Then he saw it.
One Wish Wonder
Nothing special.
Nothing remarkable.
Just a stupid stick in a box.
“Careful with that one.”
The owner’s voice startled him.
Geto looked up.
The old man smiled.
Not kindly.
Not cruelly.
Just knowingly.
“People usually regret getting what they want.”
A chill traveled down Geto’s spine.
The old man laughed.
As if he already knew something Geto didn’t.
That night the box stood on the desk.
Moonlight spilled through the dorm window.
Everything felt too quiet.
His roommate satoru was gone.
The campus outside slept peacefully.
Geto stared at the childlike box.
Hours passed.
He should have thrown it away.
He knew that.
Instead, he picked it up.
The box felt dusty.
weirdly cold.
His reflection stared back at him from the glossy lettering.
Distorted.
Wrong.
His phone buzzed.
A message.
From you.
A stupid meme.
Nothing important.
The kind of thing friends sent each other every day.
Geto smiled despite himself.
Then his smile disappeared.
Because for one horrible second, a thought crossed his mind.
What if they loved me back?
Not wanted.
Not liked.
Loved.
Obsessed over.
The thought should have disgusted him.
Instead, it lingered.
Growing.
Spreading.
Rotting.
He closed his eyes.
His fingers pried the box open.
Just once.
Just one selfish thing.
Just one.
The room seemed to grow colder.
The silence deepened.
Something shifted.
Barely noticeable.
Like a door opening somewhere far away.
Geto swallowed.
Fear crawled through his chest.
For a moment, he almost stopped.
Almost.
Then he whispered your name.
*Crack*
When he opened his eyes again, nothing looked different.
The room remained unchanged.
The campus remained silent.
The world continued turning.
Yet somehow he knew.
Something terrible had already begun.
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a/n: Okay this is something... different lol. Lmk if u guys like it or not and if u want more parts.