Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 4

"I'd love to come with you."

You let out a nervous chuckle when you heard the emphasis in his word. As vulgar and indecent as this figure of speech may seem, you love the humor. So many jokes of his were always based on wordplay. He's clever in that sense. But they both were.

Geto Suguru had always been much more indirect with his flirting compared to Gojo Satoru, who is much more direct and much more assertive. Geto seems bolder today than normal and it was likely due to your (finally) reciprocated playful bantering. The man never thought he'd see the day you'd finally bite back (even just a little). And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this audacious side of you. You were usually mildly dismissive; only because you weren't ready for anything. It's been a few months since you last broke things off with Fushiguro Toji. The relationship you had with the green-eyed man left you rather exhausted, emotionally. As a matter of fact, you still weren't ready to commit to anything or anyone. But at the same time, you could honestly use a good fuck (as long as there were no strings attached). How could you refuse it, when it was so easily and readily at your disposal?

Your hand comes up and you press a few fingers against his chest to stop him from getting any closer than he already is. Your evocative smile lets him know you're likely thinking the same things as he was. You play hard to get, "You sure about that?"

Geto's hand leaves the small of your back he grabs onto your fingers at his chest which are currently impeding his pursuit. The man then flattens your hand against him and your palm feels the strength of his robust chest. He leans down even closer and his voice drops to a whisper. He's been ready—so ready, "Why wouldn't I want to?"

He barely left any room for the two of you to breathe. You look down at your hand and the idea of it against his body may have made you feel some type of way. Your voice is just as soft, "It'll require....a lot of work."

The guy wonders if you were still speaking about work in general and going to the stadium together. Or, he thinks, maybe you were speaking on something a little more, adventurous. His voice is a teasing one, "Oh? Will it?"

"Yes...." Your gaze follows your palm which slides down ever so slowly to the side of his torso. It feels the rest of his incredible build. He doesn't stop your touching. He may have enjoyed this caress a little too much. You inadvertently chew the inside of your lower lip at the thought of what he might look like underneath all his clothes. And what it might feel like to touch something else—much lower. It's such a shame for any of it to be hiding beneath his business attire, ".....a lot of work."

Geto found it extremely adorable that you try to match his play on words. His mind grows hazy as he tries to collect himself. He still couldn't believe this was happening. The man may have felt like he was onto something and he's quite proud of it. You see, between him and Gojo, Gojo was always the one to rope in the girl(s) for the two of them. The white-haired man had a certain charm that was hard to resist. It was so easy for him to entice people without ever really trying too hard. So Geto, in this exact moment and without as much effort as he expected, is more than ecstatic. Ecstatic that you're not only standing this close to him but that you're standing here with possible similar intentions. Plus, the guy just felt like it was the biggest flex to score someone as hot as you before Gojo ever managed the opportunity to.

"It's a good thing, that I'm such a hard worker." The man may have twitched in an area that the sun doesn't reach.

Your eyes go back to meet his unwavering ones, which have been watching you with great intention, this entire time. You smile, "Are you?"