#i was eating a breadstick and i’m suddenly intrigued by this trope :0

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The thought of clingy and overprotective bodyguard geto has taken over my brain this week and i feel like you're the perfect person to write him

ooooh imagine you’re the daughter of some famous celebrity. so of course, you’re basically required to have at least a bodyguard or two.

that’s when you stumble upon geto, and the both of you don’t get along at first at all.

two opposite personalities, yet despite his stubbornness, he takes his job quite seriously. he always has you practically attached to his hip, wherever the two of you would go. sometimes not even realizing it, an arm would be slung over you as the both of you walked.

“suguru. you don’t have to follow me everywhere,” you’d grouse, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you dragged your feet. he was so tall, towering over you by a few staggering inches. in a purely black suit, long uncut hair that danced against his shoulders. his hands were always buried in his pockets — he was pretty quiet.

“yes actually, princess. it’s my job, so shush.” and that’d immediately make you suck your teeth. his tone always had the perfect mixture of softness and authority—you groan, staying close to him as if your life depended on it. because in reality, it did.

there’d be a point where you’re caught in the middle of danger. at that point, you get a close glimpse of how overly protective he really is for you. you being in harms way — without a thought, geto would jump in front of a bullet for you. who would have thought that small tactics like that would be all it took for you to say you love him.