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In the car with Geto, I had a tingly sense of him looking at me. However, when I turn towards him he's always looking away and out the window. After all these years, I still can scarcely read him.

Back in TJH, I was also bad at figuring out the intricacies of interpersonal relationships. For example, I could never tell if the second-years were dating each other or not. Especially between Geto and Gojo. They were always next to each other as if conjoined. They did everything together. Plus, Geto would always give Gojo his desserts because he knew Gojo had a hopeless sweet tooth. I always thought that Geto was bi or pan and, in a way, I suppose that my current contract with him now confirms my suspicions.

Eventually, I started getting closer to Shoko. Not only because we were the only two living in the girls' dorm but also because Mr. Yaga found my hidden talent in Reversed Cursed Techniques. Coincidentally, that was also Shoko's specialty, so I found myself training and learning alongside Shoko frequently. Curse reversal was something that my dead parents never thought of teaching me. Always obsessed over killing and fighting, healing never once crossed their mind. Turned out, I found one Jujutsu that I was good at. Well, good might be somewhat of a hyperbole but compared to my previous training with my parents, this was the first time I felt anywhere near confident about my Jujutsu.

After a gruelling training session one day, Shoko invited me to sit with her on the fields at school. She handed me a coke-flavoured lollipop--she always had extra lollies at hand. I lean back, enjoying the breeze taking away my sweat. Summer was approaching.

"Y/n, do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend? Or anyone?" Shoko asked abruptly.

I almost choked. "Why do you ask... Ieiri Senpai...?"

"Well, I don't know. Curious," she answered. She was always like this, saying the most unexpected things, but no one hated her for it--we all loved her straightforward quirkiness.

"Do you have anyone, Ieiri Senpai?" I threw the ball back at her.

"Nope. Not interested," She stretched back too and lay down on the grass.

"I don't have anyone. I'm too busy training and taking care of my brother..." I answered.

"How old is he?"

"11."

"And your parents?"

"Dead."

She stayed silent for a while before turning to me again. "You like Suguru, don't you?"

I cracked the lollipop with my teeth. "But...well...he likes Gojo Senpai, right?"

"What makes you say that?" Shoko tilts her head.

"They're always together... Just the other day, I came back from the convenience store and saw them sitting on a bench together at the park. The two of them." I felt the lollipop breaking into pieces.

"Now that I think about it... I've suspected that there might be something more between them, too... But, who knows? You might still stand a chance!" Shoko drapes an arm over my shoulder. "I'll set you up with him, then! Hey, if Satoru and Suguru end up actually being a thing, then, you can be with me instead! Cute girl like you deserves to be loved." Now that I think about it, the hints were obvious, I was simply too scared to pick them up.

The car comes to a halt and we park in front of a detached house behind the temple. The house isn't as big, or flamboyant as I thought. It sits quietly amongst the trees. "I live here on my own, mostly. The rest of my family live in a separate wing in the temple," Geto says as he gets out of the car.

The two-story, concrete house is attached to a yard with a slight overgrowth that is unruly but charming enough. A stone path leads up to the front entrance, which consists of a wooden with a worn-in, brownish, and rustic hue. The house is just the right size-small enough to be cozy yet big enough to be comfortable.

As we enter, I am greeted by the atrium of the entrance hall. A singular sapling grows from a patch of dirt in the hall. "It's a fiddle leaf fig," explains Geto. I look up and from the large windows, see drizzle encircling the entire building.

We continue to the living room. It has a gas fireplace, an L-shaped leather sofa, and a wall lined with shelves filled with books. The entire room is scattered with houseplants. "String of pearls, philodendron, yucca cane, dracaena marginata, peperomia..." Geto points out all the different plants, each in their unique pots.

"This place is... more pastoral than I thought..." I remarked.

"Pastoral...?"

"I wasn't picturing this when I thought of your house, sir."

"What were you thinking then?"

"All due respect...PVC, ropes, candles, whips, crosses, altars everywhere...Like a giant sex dungeon," I replied

"I'm a priest, not a vampire. But don't you worry, there isn't a want of those items in this house, either. I just don't like to put them on display," Geto says. "The kitchen's on the right. You're free to use it as you wish. There are two bedrooms in this house. One is mine, on the first floor. The other one is yours, of course. It's upstairs. I'll show you."

The bedroom upstairs is practically an attic-a spacious one, that is. A skylight opens up to the murky sky above while the room is complete with a full bed and matching antique furniture, including a vanity with ornate handles and a spit-clean mirror. The whole room is as big, or even bigger than my entire studio apartment.

I stare at the immaculately pressed white sheets on the bed and notice a rectangular wooden box atop it. "Open. It's for you," catching my glance, Geto nudges me. I open it. Sitting on the black velvet lining of the box is...

The doorbell rings. "Wait," Geto heads downstairs, frowning. I perk up my ears, sending his impatience. He was greeted by a woman's voice at the door. 

"We are expecting you for dinner tonight, Master Geto," she sings. I hear Geto reply something and then close the door. The conversation was brief but friendly. I walk towards the window to catch a woman with dusty pink hair. Before turning away, she turns back and looks upwards. We make brief eye contact before she waves and smiles at me. I watch as she walks away, just as Geto appears behind me to close the blinds.

"Come, in front of the mirror," he demands. With reluctant obedience, I sit down in front of the vanity. Geto fetches the box and places it in front of me. I stare at its felted lining and its contents. The first item is a moss-green collar. It consists of two layers of slightly distressed leather: the bottom layer is 2 inches wide while the top one is thinner. The two layers are secured through round screws made of dark nickel. At the front of the collar is a thick, protruding loop, on which dangles a circular bronze tag that reads: "Property of G.S." Below the collar is the second item: a bronze, chained leash with a matching leather handle at its end.

Geto picks up the collar and fastens it around my neck. He buckles it tight enough so it snuggly hugs my throat. 

"Your favourite colour is still green?" he asks. 

"Yes, Master," I reply. 

Content, he leans in and pushes my hair to one side before kissing behind my left ear. "See, I know you, y/n," he purrs, his breath warm and moist. 

He moves down to my uncovered nape and bites down while pulling my hair. I whimper. And then, I feel a sudden tug on my collar.