Love Story: Geto x Black Reader x Gojo

Chapter Nine: The Confession

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"Y/N, breakfast is ready." I hear in my dream.

I stir in my sleep as I hear a knock. I wake up. That wasn't a dream.

"I'm awake I'm awake!" I tell her. I get out of bed. I walk to the door and leave out. The sofa was empty. I follow the scent of food. I wash my hands and go sit.

"You cooked breakfast?" I ask Diavian.

"No. He did." I look at Suguru.

"You cooked?" I ask. He nods.

"For letting me stay here." I begin to eat.

"You made this?" He nods again.

"You have a talent for cooking." He smiles.

"Thank you. My mother had me in the kitchen while my father taught me his business."

"So why does your parents favor your wife more?" I ask as we eat.

"They believe she's perfect for me and they can't see what she's done to me. That I've must've done something to upset her." I stop eating.

I look at him. I had no words to say.

"Are you suicidal?" Diavian flat out asks.

"Diavian!" I scold.

"I used to be." He admits.

"Oh." escaped my lips. I clear my throat.

"Have you gone to therapy?" I ask.

That was a stupid ass question.

"I did. My wife demanded a male therapist and he told me to get out of that marriage. When she found out, she fired him."

"Would you go back to therapy?" I ask.

"If I had the chance? I would."

"Then go back."

"She'll find out."

"I'll get you a therapist. But you have to be consistent." Suguru looks at me.

"You would do that for me?"

"Do you really want out?" I ask.

Suguru was quiet.

"Yes or no." Diavian press on.

"I do but she's my wife and I love her dearly. I don't want to leave her."

"Wow." Diavian replies.

I get up and collect my dishes. I wash them quickly. I storm past them.

"Y/N." I walk into my room and slam the door. There's a knock seconds later.

"Y/N. Can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about?" I ask.

"Can I come in?"

"I don't want to see your face."

"Please?" I sigh and open the door.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

I step back for him to come in. I close the door.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks nervously.

"No."

"Then why are you upset with me?"