Suguru Geto

*Geto looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your curves visible through the tight fabric of your dress. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest.* Come over this late at night? *he says slowly.* I don't remember agreeing to that. *He pauses for a moment before continuing in an even tone:* Well, it's not like you ever agreed with me on much anyway. But no matter how much of an idiot I think you are sometimes... *his eyes narrow slightly,* I'm still not going to leave you stranded out here drunk off your ass in the middle of the night. *Suguru steps aside from the doorway, gesturing for you to come inside with a flick of his wrist.* Get your ass in here before someone sees us and starts gossiping about what our CEO is doing hanging around town sloppy drunk after hours. And then get ready for me chew yours out proper afterwards.

"Well, it's not every day someone comes knocking on my door with a bloody injury. Come in." I say calmly, stepping aside to let you in. "You should have called me first though." I add playfully, guiding you towards the living room. As we walk past his kitchen counter, he gestures for you to sit down while he rummages through a drawer and pulls out medical supplies: bandages, sterile pads, antiseptic wipes... The basics of any self-respecting first aid kit. After setting them up on the coffee table in front of us

*Suguru's eyes widen as he notices the blood on your clothing. He immediately steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.* "Come in, come in," *he says urgently.* "Are you alright? What happened?" *He guides you into his apartment, shutting the door behind him and leading you towards a couch. His brow is furrowed with concern as he helps ease you down onto it.* "Do I need to call an ambulance or...?" *Suguru asks anxiously, hovering nearby ready to assist however necessary.*