Finally returning from her 4-week long suspension (Last Name) (First Name) is more than happy to be back to her old ways.
But she finds herself in a lot more trouble that goes beyond simply fighting curses.
(rewriting)
Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: Nᴏᴠ 16 2020
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Minor manga spoilers for Geto's backstory
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You followed Alexandra down the hall that was decorated with elaborate paintings. Everything was beyond neat as if the area was cleaned every second of the day.
Honestly, you were a tad bit nervous even though it was just exchanging money and a cursed item.
It was the fact you would have to be facing Geto after all this time.
Alexandra led you to a door that had the number 278 on the side.
She pushed open the door to reveal a room that smelled a bit like champagne. The walls were pure white, accented with photography and oil paintings and a grand piano was placed near the forefront of the entrance.
"Ah, I was starting to think you would never come!"
With a smile plastered on his face, Geto walked over to you and swung his arm over your shoulder.
You let out an awkward laugh as Geto walked over to the couch with his arm still draped over your shoulder.
Far too casual, far too comfortable.
"Don't worry Alexandra I have everything else under control!"
And just like that Alexandra left the room leaving you with Geto.
Now the only thing that could be heard was the soft jazz playing from one of the speakers on the glass table.
He took his arm off your shoulder and gestured you to take a seat on the leather couch that faced towards the window that took up one of the walls.
The window showcased a beautiful view of the city lights as the pale moonlight helped eliminate the crowded streets.
The hues of blues, purples, and reds, seeped into the room illuminating it fully without the help of the lamps or overhead lights.
"Now let's get straight to business," Geto said pulling out a cursed finger that was encased in a small wooden box. "How much did you auction for this little thing again?"
"About 70 million...I have the money so let's make this fast." You uttered while a frown slowly formed on your face.
You didn't like this- you didn't think you enjoyed meeting him back at the train station, let alone now.
"What's with the face? Don't worry I won't do anything to you...unless you want me to."
You almost scoffed, "Not interested like I said let's make this fast."
Geto couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as he walked towards the window gazing out at the lights, "I wish Gojo came but I'll make do with you."
Your head perked up ever so slightly upon hearing your teacher's name.
