#getou imagines
getou and a bet that changes him
“really, her?” getou questions, as his eyes land on you. you’re not his type, not at all. in fact, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t even seen you around campus. but hey, if he’s getting paid for taking you out, then what’s the problem? is it so bad to earn some cash?
“’m not going to lose,” he mumbles, when you straight out reject his offer of being friends. how could you say no to him? he was one of the most popular guys on campus with the second highest grade in class and perhaps the best football skills this town had ever seen. getou shoves that ‘no’ somewhere in his bruised ego and tries again.
“hopefully she’ll agree this time,” he wishes, as he sees you tutoring kids in your free time. he’s met with your annoyed expression and something about how you can’t teach with ‘his bastard face around’. getou tells you, “i’ll leave you alone, only if you be friends with me.” you agree only so you can focus on the task at hand. point for him regardless.
“what’s your favorite color?” getou asks. he’s walking you home, praying the entire friend to lovers! trope works out. he’ll ask you out once he gets to know you better.
“seriously, you haven’t ever seen inception?” getou asks. how could you not have seen one of his favorite movies? now he’s dragging you to his TV to watch it. He’s spending too much time with you.
“why are you so reserved?” getou voices the thought in his mind. he’s gotten to know you better, yes. but this time he’s actually curious. you reply with, “i don’t want anyone to have the power to hurt me,” getou feels guilty so he changes the topic.
“it’s just a shitty bet,” getou convinces himself as he watches you dance to the music of your favorite band with your friends. how your face is illuminated by the disco lights, as your hips sway. you look adorable.
“just a bet,” he grits his teeth as he as he worries about you getting sick from staying in the rain for too long. he even brings you soup and scolds you for not taking enough care of yourself. “are you a child?” he mutters as he dries your hair.
“a bet,” he reminds himself as he lays in bed, wondering what you’re doing. he can recite everything you’ve ever said to him. he can paint the way your face looks, your laughter echoing in the walls of his head. why is he missing you so much? why does he want to spend every minute of every day with you?
“maybe it’s not–” the realization hits him with the force of an avalanche, as his lips collide with yours, the world becoming nonsensical. how could he do this to you? how could he betray you like this? you’re the best person he’s ever met, the one he started imagining his future with. and now he can’t seem to think straight.
“it was never a fucking bet,” getou hisses, pure venom dripping from his mouth as his fist collides with the bastard that bet him to take you out in the first place. you had found out about his plans, running away with tears in your eyes and getou can’t ever forget the look on your face.
“i’m sorry,” getou whispers. his eyes are red, his face swollen. you have no reason to forgive him but when you take him into your arms, getou can’t help but sob. he’s been so unfair. so blind to what others felt that he ended up hurting them. and that’s the day getou changed forever.
