𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒈 / 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐

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•[Planned?]•

Y/N was still analyzing the picture when she spotted something else, but she could get to due to Geto calling out her name when he arrived. Cussing and going into a slight panic Y/N quickly placed the photo back where it was and fixed the draw as best she could.

When that was done she headed downstairs. Geto called her name out again, setting his jacket onto the head of the chair.

"Y/N?!"

"Yes?"

He looks up at her, studying her attire before answering. "Hey." He exhales with a smile.

Y/N cross her arms, standing behind the chair. "Hey."

Geto clicks his tongue, looking around and itching at his scalp. "Um...well I heard that a little birdie wanted to tell me something.f"

Y/N nods. "Y-yeah." She says in the stiff tension. "Uh, yeah, I'll make coffee."

"Woof, seems like this is going to be a long conversation." He jokes. However Y/N only flashed a slight smile before walking off to the kitchen. Geto let out a low whistle.

"Lord help me." He whispers. "I'm going to change!" He calls out.

"Yeah, you do that!" Y/N called back. She then squinched her face at her statement, thinking to herself why she would say that of all things.

Geto exhales thinking he's in some sort of trouble. Was the makeup sex terrible? I mean she did want to kitchen sex and she kept pleading and asking for more, so...what is it that he did wrong?

Geto screamed at himself mentally and changed his clothes. He tossed the black shirt over his head and fished through the drawer for a pair of socks. That's when the picture frame slid from it's hiding place, exposing itself to Geto.

Geto, curious as to what the noise was, glanced down in it's direction. When he saw what it was he knelt down, picking it up and examining it. Geto stares at the photo for a bit, remembering all of the good times he had with he and his sister.

"I think I'm in love."

"Oh? With who, Nanami?" Geto says wiggling his brows.

She grins. "No silly...with Gojo."

Geto stared at Gojo in the photo. He only started talking to him through his sister. He knew who he was, yes, but talking to him wasn't on his agenda at all. And now he regrets it.

Geto didn't put the photo back; instead he placed it facing down on top of the dresser drawer before heading down to the kitchen.

Y/N was just finishing up with the coffee, grabbing two cups. Geto stood by the entrance of the kitchen and watched her. Although Y/N didn't look up at him he knew she knows he's there.

Crossing his arms and leg over the other for a more comfortable stance, he spoke.

"You look good in my clothes. Makes you look smaller."

Y/N poured the first cup.

"Then maybe I should start wearing more of your clothes then." She says.

"So how was your day?"

"Good." She says serving the next cup.

"What about...last night?"

Y/N bit her bottom lip, zoning our for a bit as she remembered the past events. Geto began summing down the possibilities as to what she wants to talk about. And his mind kept circling back to one name and one person.