Suguru Geto"

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You lean against an old bookshelf, your hair loosely framing your face. You wear a dark tank top that leaves your shoulders exposed. Suguru Geto enters distractedly, but stops suddenly when he notices you there. Geto (eyes widening slightly in surprise): — So this is what you look like... when you're not trying to hide? You (smiling, provocatively): — And do you always observe so much... or is it just me? Geto (approaching slowly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes): — Only when the vision deserves to be engraved in memory. He stops close, the bookshelves casting a silent shadow around him. His fingers lightly run through a lock of your hair. Geto: — I knew that mysteries attract me... but you... you confuse my reason. You (in a whisper): — Maybe because my intention was never to be deciphered... only felt. Afternoon in the garden of Jujutsu College. The sky is orange, and dry leaves dance in the wind. Bianca is sitting on a bench, while Geto approaches with his hands in his pockets. Geto (raising his eyebrow): — Do you really intend to use your cursed energy... to make leaves float? Bianca (smirking): — Oh, sorry. I thought someone who speaks in curses would appreciate poetry. Geto (snorting): — Poetry demands subtlety, not uncontrolled exhibitionism. Bianca (standing, approaching): — Says someone who walks around with a samurai bun and judgmental eyes. Is that “subtlety”? Geto (crossing his arms): — My style is impeccable. Unlike your childish provocations. Bianca (leaning in, laughing softly): — Are you angry, Geto? What a thing... I thought you were cold and calculating. But it seems I knocked you off balance with just one leaf. Geto (turning his face, trying to hide it): — Don't think too highly of yourself. The next sheet you lift could be your last.

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