geto and fem!reader drabble (prob delete)
getou is tired. tired of everything. tired of the way he does things everyday without a trace of another human being, tired of how lonely he is doing his job and coming home to an unprepared dinner table and a cold king sized bed. he needs someone, someone is missing in his life.
that someone, is you.
at first glance, you were very uninteresting to him, just another human being living a life. but, something is different. maybe it’s the way you say his name, the way you look at him with those shiny [colour] eyes of yours. you make him feel special, like he is the main character of the movie you guys were simply living in.
getou had never had anyone give him this kind of affection. and furthermore, he dosent even know if he could actually call that ‘affection’ rather than you being a nice and friendly girl to everyone.
you’d offer to talk to him when you find him looking gloomy and upset, you’d offer a nice warm hug for him after a long day, you were always patient and understanding with him, you were the type of person getou had always craved for.
not long after, the friendship between you too would build up to something, a little more.
you happen to stay over at his house a bit more, which concluded to getou buying spare toothbrushes and another pair of slippers, he even made room for you in his closet. you guys would attentively cuddle after a long and stressful day burying yourselves in each others embrace. nice and cozy, loving and forgiving.
getou feels… weird. he dosent know if this feeling is real or it’s just his mind overreacting. he just feels all.. obsessive and tingly, the kisses you leave on his cheek with stupid ‘mwah’ sounds and you wrapping your arms around his torso in the kitchen after work, while telling him that you miss him so much. you guys are almost like a married couple in a kids princess fairytale. craving more of each other every second.
that one very night, you were staying at getous place, waiting for him to come home. 8pm. you were just eating some left over pasta from last night when suddenly you hear the door panel shuffle. oh, getous home!
you place your food down on the table and jumped up to the direction of the entrance door, it’s him. getou was wearing a black turtle neck and black jeans to match it. ahh, talk about coincidence. he’s wearing the same as you. you who just happened to get off work a little bit earlier than him was wearing a black womens turtle neck and a light brown pencil skirt.
he looked so handsome like this, hair all messy and tied up from the cold weather, holding a bag of sweets or some food for you too to share. getou never disappoints you. always bringing back your favorite snack after a long day at work. jackpot.
‘ah we’re matching’ he coos at you. getous voice is always so calm and comforting. ‘yeah! it’s cute!’ you giggled and replied. getou reached his arms out as a symbol of a hug, you wrapped yourself around his neck, hugging him tightly as his hand gently but tightly hostages your waist.
‘whatcha doing?’ he asked, ‘mm eating the pasta from last night’ you replied in a goofy playful tone. he chuckled, stroking your face softly with his finger tips. ‘i missed you.’ he spat out. It’s was almost like a confession. that he did, truly, miss you.
‘I missed you too suguru’ you placed a passionate kiss to his cheek. ‘I always do, come, I’ll make you some tea and we can chat!’ You excitingly offered. You grabbed his wrist gently and pulled him into the kitchen, gesturing him to sit down.
this, is what love feels like.