I was finally getting some time off.

So this morning I decided to go for a run after sleeping in a bit. It was the only way I knew how to make sure I didn't absolutely crack under the pressure of my job.

If I didn't sweat it out, I was bound snap. It's how I got rid of all my rage and anger, but also all the stress and sadness of the horrors I witnessed everyday in the ER.

I wasn't particularly fast or anything, I just did it for the mental benefits. It made me happy.

When I pushed myself past the point of wanting to just quit, I entered a state where I felt like I was floating. My mind went completely blank, and I craved that feeling.

After awhile, I ended up in a park and practically collapsed onto the soft grass. It was warm from the shining sun, and it soothed me as I laid there panting, trying to catch my breath.

I loved the way my legs always pulsated after a run, my heart thumping loudly as it returned to its normal rate.

The human body was amazing. Running reminded me of that, of how lucky I was to be able to move freely. When I ran, it was a sacred form of worship celebrating all my body could do.

I laid on my back and closed my eyes, enjoying the music in my headphones and the way the sun soaked into my skin.

It had rained for a few days, and I was so glad the storm had finally passed for my time off.

Suddenly, a shadowed crossed my face, and I peeked one eye open to see what had happened. I figured it was just a cloud or something, but I panicked when I saw the silhouette of someone standing over me.

Quickly, I shot up and scrambled to my feet, forcing my eyes to adjust to the harsh light so I could see who in their right mind would approach me in such a way.

"Good afternoon, Y/n," the man smiled at me.

"Eh?" I questioned as I shielded my eyes from the blinding light with my hand. "Oh, it's you. Alleyway guy."

He didn't look nearly as angry and intense as the first time I met him. I was shocked when he smiled at me, "Geto."

"No, no. I remember," I smirked as I crossed my arms. "Are you stalking me now or something?"

He chuckled a bit, "Not at all. I saw you running and decided to wait until you were finished so I could talk to you."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "So not stalking... just, following?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly the kindest when we met, so I apologize, but also I wanted to say thank you."

I walked closer to him, reaching for the hem of his shirt, "How are you healing? Can I take a look?"

"Oh, uh, sure," his voice was a lot less composed than it was the last time we met too.

I lifted up the bottom of his shirt slightly, exposing not only his healing wound but also his powerful body.

It was dark when I last saw him, and I was zoned in on his stitches, so I didn't really notice much else about him. I definitely didn't notice how built and muscular he was.

But now, it was hard to really focus on much else. I forced myself to shake the thought and examined his wound, surprised to see it was practically healed.

I absentmindedly ran my fingers across the scarring gash, "How?..."

I looked up at him with wide eyes. I had never seen anything like this during my time training to be a doctor. There's no way he should already be healed like this.

"Is everything ok?" he asked, pretending as though nothing was wrong when he clearly knew what I was thinking.

I just tried to remind myself that it was none of my business. He's alive and well, that's what my job was and I succeed.

I dropped his shirt back down as I shook my head a bit, "Y-yea, yea. Everything looks good."

"Well I had a great doctor," he compliment. "So, are you working at all today?"

"Hm? Oh, no..." I looked up at him, still a bit taken back by his superhuman-like healing. "I finally have a day off."

"And when's the last time you had one of those? You looked exhausted when I saw you last."

I laughed a bit at the fact he had noticed, "Yea, I definitely was. It's been a few weeks at least."

"So you have a great work ethic? Impressive," his brow lifted just slightly as he spoke.

"I wouldn't say that. I just do what I have to," I shrugged.

"Well, I'd love to take you out for a coffee or a smoothie or something. You know, to say thank you."

His charm was leaving me stunned. Of course I noticed he was an attractive guy, but looking at him now, it was more than that. He was striking.

His hair was long, flowing almost to his shoulder blades as he left half of it down and the other half pulled back. Large black piercings filled his ears. Perfectly shaped eyebrows and dark eyelashes made his eyes pop.

And his eyes... Holy fuck his eyes were hypnotizing. Those dark orbs that were filled with a subtle passion and curiosity, they consumed all of me.

"Are you free right now?" he followed up once I didn't say anything.

I laughed softly as I looked away, wiping a bit of sweat from my forehead. I was definitely just caught staring in awe at this man. Either way though...

"I don't date my patients," I answered him.

He smirked at my response, "I'm hardly a patient. More like a guy on the receiving end of your random act of kindness."

I met his eyes again, knowing full well if he kept asking I would fold instantly... But part of me wasn't quite ready to give up.

I hardly ever had any free time, and getting involved with a guy would only lead to disappointment. It always did. And honestly, I didn't have the energy to have my time wasted. No matter how handsome he may have been.

"Sor-" I was about to turn him down again when a loud, obnoxious voice began to yell.

"Suguru!! Oh, Geto Suguru!! Where are you?!" the man's voice cooed out from a short ways away.

Geto let out an annoyed groan, "Forgive me in advance for this. Please."

•••••

**Geto POV**

Y/n was about turn me down again when we were interrupted. Not that it mattered, I wasn't planning on giving up that easily.

She was almost all I had been able to think about over the last week or so. I desperately wanted to see her again, and here she was.

I may have lied a bit when she asked if I was following her... I didn't just see her by coincidence. I was definitely looking around, using all my connections to locate her.

It wasn't very hard since she was a doctor, and I had her name. Once I learned more about her, I just had to wait until she got a day off and then catch her when she actually had some free time.

Damn, I guess I was kind of stalking her.

I watched as she turned her head, looking for the voice that had called out my name.

Fucking Satoru. I thought I slipped away from the school this morning without him noticing. Wishful thinking I guess.

As she turned, I realized for the first time just how long her hair was. It was up in a ponytail from her run, and yet the curly locks still stretched down almost to the middle of her back.

She was occupied for the moment, so I let my eyes wander around her. I couldn't help myself. Last time we met she was in sweats and still looked amazing.

Now, she was in leggings and a short top that exposed part of her stomach. Her skin glistened with sweat under the sunlight. The outline of her hips alone was enough to make it hard to breathe.

"My my, Suguru! Who's your lovely friend!?" Satoru cooed as he approached us, shamelessly checking out Y/n. I was too, but at least I had the decency to hide it.

I cleared my throat, "This is L/n Y/n. The woman who gave me stitches."

"Ah! So you're the one who saved my dear friend!? How nice it is to meet you! I'm Gojo Satoru."

She glanced over at me, a look of uncertainty on her face, "What's with the matching outfits?"

Satoru laughed loudly as I smirked at her. There's that unexpected attitude, part of the reason why I couldn't get her off my mind.

"We're best friends!" Satoru squealed as he threw his arm over my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, "No. They're our work uniforms."

"True," he shrugged. "But we're still best friends."

Y/n watched me carefully as she smiled, waiting to see how I'd react. Her eyes hadn't left mine at all since Satoru came, and I was glad to see she wasn't instantly captivated by him.

It was always 50/50 on whether a woman would decide on me or Satoru, and there was never really a clear indicator as to what made women choose one or the other.

We had fairly similar taste. The only difference that Satoru would fuck literally anything with a pulse.

Meanwhile, I was much more closed off to the idea of hookups. If I couldn't see myself taking them out, I didn't want to do anything else with them either.

Thankfully though, it seemed like Y/n would choose me even if Satoru did decide to make a move... which he always did.

I removed Satoru's arm from me, "I'd say we're more colleagues than anything."

"Careful Geto, you don't seem like the type to have too many people lining up to be your friend," Y/n teased as she crossed her arms.

Satoru laughed, "Ah! So cheeky!! I like this one!"

He eyed me carefully as I responded and I smiled a little wider as I looked at Y/n, "Yea, me too."