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He was the calm in a storm. And I was…well, the fucking thunder storm. Geto was my beloved, my soulmate in life, and my anchor. I never understood how someone could be so calm, so…careful, precise. He wasn’t weak, no, never weak. But calculating, thought before acting. Personally I like to think after I’ve caused my chaos, but maybe that’s a bit controversial. You could say my favorite hobby was…uh, being a pain in the ass? Cartwheeling around geto while yelling: “Baby, baby look! Look!” And he would respond, barely bothered by my feet flying inches from his face. “I see, Y/N. Very impressive.” And so I would continue the cartwheels until I fell on my butt and groaned, blaming the floor. That was me.