°•Suguru Geto || Rebel•°

It's been four years. Four long years since Suguru brutally murdered a man with his bare fists; in public no less. It was.. traumatizing, but you couldn't find it in your heart to feel any remorse for the man. You presumed you'd be frightened by Suguru after witnessing something so traumatizing from someone you love so dearly, but instead you felt profound love. Of course, watching the blood splatter onto his fists, blood flicking onto his twisted face, it was horrifying. But he did it for you, he did it to protect you.

You'll never forget it. The eyes that shined so bright died that night, replaced with a murderous rage that consumed him whole. He was unrecognizable, but it made you love him even more. It was a dark side no one should ever witness from anyone, but seeing it that night was eye opening to say the least. The sounds of bone crushing will always be engraved into your ears, the image of flesh tearing, but most of all you'll always remember Suguru's dead expression.

Suguru was a new man. He was escorted out of prison, his clothes barely fitting his jacked physique. He smiled triumphantly, shamelessly flipping off the prison behind him as he didn't dare look back as he walked forward. Later, fuckers! Suguru's eyes gleamed with pure satisfaction at the taste of freedom one again.

You were home, unaware that today was his release date. You've kept contact with him since, writing him letters with lip-stick kisses and tear stains, visiting the prison as much as you possibly could. He had told you his release is the next week merely to surprise you. Suguru had to make a couple stops before returning back to you, a change of clothes being his top priority. Finally, now wearing some oversized black jeans with a leather belt clinging onto his hips, and a black tanktop he was ready.

People around him either coward away, or leaned closer. His case was.. known to say the least. Many admired him for sacrificing his freedom to bring his loved one justice, and with admiration brought fear. Suguru enjoyed the attention, flashes half-assed grins to the young women who fanned over him and cocky smirks to the men who coward away. He knew he was intimidating, and ever so attractive. But he didn't pay the attention any real mind, not when he knew he had you to get home to. He looked like the happiest man alive, his eyes shimmering with anticipation and his smile pure and excited. For such a large man, muscle and height, he was acting like a school boy young in love all over again.

Suguru made a stop by your favorite bakery, picking out pasteries for you. A box of chocolate chip cookies, a box of macaroons, a generous slice of lemon zest cake. Once the pasteries were bagged and paid for, Suguru made a stop to a flower shop. He picked the flowers precisely, building the bouquet himself. Peonies, hydrangeas, baby's breath, carnations. He added, and removed flowers until it felt just right. Finally, he made a final stop to by himself a cologne, spraying a generous amount on himself before finally heading home. His heart thumped heavily against his chest, a mixture of trepidation and anticipation making his stomach churn. Finally, he straightened himself on the welcoming mat on the porch and found the courage to ring the doorbell.