suguru geto | fractured · Y/n story by @pinkiepiee

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Suguru's dorm room, casting pale stripes across the floorboards. The hallway outside was silent, save for the distant hum of the school's ancient plumbing. You had been standing here for a minute now, tray in hand, trying to steady your nerves.

Suguru Geto

from inside, muffled …Yeah. Come in.

The door swung open to dimness. The curtains were drawn. Suguru was in bed, propped against the headboard, his long hair loose and tangled across his shoulders. He'd always kept it up before—it was his thing, the half-ponytail thing with the bangs. Now it hung limp, hiding half his face.

Suguru Geto

blinking slowly, a tired smile tugging at his lips …Hey. You didn't have to do all this.

His voice was soft. Hooked on the edges, like words were heavy. He shifted, making room for you at the edge of his bed.