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❦ Geto is usually calculated and reserved and a little bitchy but when he’s with you it’s like his whole personality changes. He gets excited and happy when you text him, he’s constantly showering you hugs and kisses, he’s gentle with you, he would tear apart the world if anything bad happened to you and that’s exactly what he did. you were hit by a truck. Geto lost it when he heard the news he rushed to you and then later sued the truck company which resulted in them going bankrupt due to them owing Geto thousands but of course that still wasn’t enough because you weren’t here. the doctor finally walked out, his expression gave away the verdict before he even spoke. Severe brain trauma. Internal bleeding. A coma from which you likely wouldn't wake up—and if you did, you wouldn't be the same. Something inside Geto fundamentally broke. He didn't scream. He just stood up, his face devoid of the soft warmth he only ever reserve for you, replaced by an empty, terrifying void. If the universe was going to take the only thing that made him human, he would tear the universe apart. In the weeks that followed, Suguru lost his mind in a quiet, methodical fashion. He quit his job. He sold everything. He hired black-market specialists, bribed top-tier neurosurgeons, and spent millions flying in unapproved experimental treatments from across the globe, holding doctors at intellectual (and sometimes literal) knife-point to force them to try every agonizing procedure on your body. Every night, he returned to your ICU room. The cold, ruthless monster who was burning down the corporate and legal world by day would sit on the tiny plastic chair by your bedside, take your pale, limp hand in his, and gently kiss each of your knuckles. "Suguru's here," he whispered, pressing his forehead against your cool knuckles, his voice cracking as tears finally spilled over his dark eyes. "I'm fixing it, baby. I'm breaking everything until they fix you. Just come back to me. Please... just