YOU HAD UNLOCKED YOUR APARTMENT DOOR; the bag of orange juice and an extra toothbrush were in your hand. As you closed the door back, you slid on your house slippers, being sure not to wake the sleeping man that crashed on your couch as you were walking around your kitchen pulling out ingredients for breakfast, the events that transpired last night running laps in your mind.

The fact that you also finally responded to SUGURUSUGA didn't help your racing mind either. You realize that agreeing to collab with him meant that you had to expose yourself to another man knowing BVBYGRL007's identity. You felt so nervous, but seeing the sleeping giant on your couch calmed you down.

Plus, seeing Jules caused you to be a bit shaken up. You wondered why Geto was with her. Your mind remembering he said it was for a work meeting. You hoped he wasn't signing to work for her. Especially considering that he said he would do cam work, it just didn't sit well in your mind that he knew that woman. You just got bad vibes from that woman in general. You were here for women in the sex work industry, but it just was something about her specifically that rubbed you the wrong way. Hence the fact that you haven't sat down to talk to her since your own contract signing. What was there to talk about that couldn't be talked about over the phone or email?

You let out a sigh, your mind once again thinking about last night.

When you unlocked the door, you let out a sigh of relief. Nothing made you more comfortable than being in the comfort of your own home. "Make yourself at home. The bathroom is right there; my bedroom is that door, and please don't go in that room." You pointed at your streaming room which the door was closed.

"Why? If you mind me asking," Geto said out loud.

Your mind was racing to come up with a lie. "I got the floors shined this morning," you said. Mentally pitching yourself for such a horrible lie that Geto brought.

"Want anything to drink?" You questioned.

"Have anything hard?" Geto questioned. "That could make me forget about that awkward meeting."

Meeting.

CAMPOP workers always had meetings with that Jules.

You would search your cabinets, grabbing the bottle of alcohol you brought two weeks ago. You just haven't had time to drink it yourself. You grabbed two glasses and made your way back into the living room. As Geto took a spot on the couch, you plopped down also, crossing your legs over one another as he opened the bottle. He poured two glasses, sliding one to you, which you picked up with eagerness.

"Why does it look like your apartment is bigger than mine?" Geto questioned as he glanced around the nicely decorated apartment.

"It's the same size. You have two rooms in your place, right?" You had questioned, gaining a nod from him.

"Still seems bigger." he huffed, sipping at the alcohol in his cup.

It was silent. You took notice that you two could sit in silence with each other, and it was fine. You bounced off each other's energy so well that sitting in silence was something you two were comfortable with doing with each other. As you stared at the man in front of you, this time due to the lighting in your well-lit apartment, you were able to take in his appearance. His perfect chiseled jawline, his small-sized gauges in his ears, the way his hair fell in his face, and those tattoos. You just couldn't stop staring at them. It was some tattoos that stood out for you, and those were the ones that decorated his large hands. You've seen them before, but you just couldn't put your mind on where you saw them before.

Brushing that feeling off as you drowned the alcohol in your cup. The burning sensation sliding down your throat as you placed the cup on your table. "Jesus, this shit is strong," you said out loud, shaking your head.

"It's not that strong," Geto says as he was now pouring his second glass.

"That's easy for you to say, Mr. Giant," You joked as you slid your glass over to him for a refill.

He refilled your glass chuckling at your statement. "You just can't handle Japanese alcohol. You'll get used to it," he downed the second glass with a quickness.

You watched as his tongue glides across his lower lip, lapping up the droplets of the alcohol on his lips. He looked so attractive doing that. You held onto your glass, "I told Gojo that you declined his number," he said out loud.

"And how did he react?" You questioned. Your sips of alcohol were slow.

"He was offended but quite impressed that somebody rejected him," Geto remembered. "In my opinion, he doesn't even look like your type like you said. But keep that between you and me."

Your plump lips curled into a smirk, "What's my type then?"

"I don't know, not Gojo." Geto shrugged. He took a huge gulp of the drink in his cup. His eyes now getting droopy, and the alcohol that he consumed was making his brain fuzzy.

You had quickly finished your drink, placing the glass on the table. You could feel the tension in the air, your heart and mind racing to see which one was going to control the words that were going to come out your mouth. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were growing closer to Geto. He was kind. You haven't met a kind man that didn't want sex in return in a while.

"I would say that I'm your type, but that could be the alcohol speaking," Geto answered as he gripped at the pillow that was on your couch.

"'Maybe, but you would never know that," You responded, staring at him.

"Well, when you're ready to admit it, you know where I live." Geto chuckles.

You couldn't help but smile at his comment. Once again, your eyes were staring at him, which he caught you staring at. Your eyes quickly shifted to the painting on the wall. To avoid him pointing out you were staring, you decided to bring up the woman that made you uncomfortable. "That lady, it seems like she likes you."

"Think she likes me a little too much," Geto answered truthfully, his fingertips tracing alongside the rim of his glass. "She gives off if I can't have you, then nobody can vibe, and I don't know why."

Your eyebrows raised at his words. He must have known her very well to say that. Could they have been a past thing? That could explain the awkwardness of the dinner. You expected Jules to have some cam boy as her boy toy, but here she was with Geto.

As the drinking continued, Geto was buzzed out of his mind. It shocked you, considering that you had equal the number of drinks and weren't even that drunk. You chuckle at Geto's horrible drunken joke while standing up, "Think it's time to put this away," you had grabbed hold of the bottle to put it back into the kitchen. You also collected the glasses. "I'm going to help you back to your place." You said out loud.

When you turned around, he was sound asleep hugging your cream-colored decorative pillow. Him falling asleep could have been much better than trying to help him, who's twice your size, travel all the way back down the hall to his place. You put the cups in your sink before walking over to him to place the blanket you kept in your living room on him. You leaned down, untying his shoes and taking them off so he could at least be comfortable.

"Goodnight, Geto." You mumbled before turning off the living room light and going into your room to prepare for bed.

Just as you settled in bed, you unlocked your phone, opening the CAMPOP app. Clicking on the messages that have been collecting dust for days now. She had to see if SUGURUSUGA had more dirt on Jules. She refused to let a close friend of hers be intertwined in Jules's web. Geto didn't deserve that.

BVBYGRL007: i usually don't do collabs, but i would rather do it with you than anyone else
BVBYGRL007: let's give our subscribers what they want

As you whisked together the pancake mix, you hummed lyrics to a Megan Thee Stallion song. You began to make the pancakes, pouring the mixture into the sizzling pan. Your back was turned away from a sleeping Geto as you were cooking. Your phone began to ring, causing you to answer it, putting the phone on speaker. You saw it was your best friend, Carson.

"I honestly can't wait until I visit you. My roommate is so annoying. She keeps leaving her wet towels on the bathroom floor," Carson complained.

"I told you. You should have just up and moved when I did," You responded, flipping the pancakes.

"I should have, but anywho. How was the date with Toji?" Carson asked.

"He kept being on his phone, taking calls, leaving the table...then had the audacity to ask can he come up to my apartment," You sneered. You rolled your eyes at the thought.

You placed the pancakes that were done cooking on a plate. You heard Carson chuckle, "And you are sure he's off work on Fridays?" They asked.

"Yes, when we first met, we met on a Friday. He specifically told me he was out drinking because it was the first Friday he had off in a while. He then proceeded to tell me he has Fridays off now," You explained.

When you were done with the pancakes, you had cleaned up your mess and beginning to make the other things for breakfast. You weren't even sure what Geto liked, but you didn't mind cooking any other stuff for the guy. He was attractive, and any person would probably bend over backward for him.

"And the hot neighbor? Have you bumped into him lately?"

"Well...." Your voice trailed off, turning to look at him, still snoozing away on your couch.

"Well, what? Please don't tell me you slept with him? I mean, that wouldn't be a problem since you said he's hot, but damn girl." Carson said.

"I didn't sleep with him. He's sleeping on my couch right now, though," You explained.

"Excuse me? Come again?"

"He's sleeping on my couch right now. I invited him over, and we had a couple of drinks. Alcohol must make him sleepy," You explained.

"Well then, you two seem to be growing close by the looks of it."

"Yeah, I think so too." You said. A smile crawled on your face as you thought about the times you spent with him so far.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you saw Geto slowly starting to wake up. "Uhh, I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Try not to fight your roommate, okay?"

"If she leaves a towel on the floor again, I will. Try not to fuck your floormate who's in your apartment right now!" Carson screamed in the phone, causing you to hang up with a quickness.

When Geto woke up, his instincts caused him to jerk up aggressively as he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings. However, when he saw you in the kitchen, his body relaxed. You smiled at him, "Good Morning. I made breakfast and brought you a spare toothbrush before you depart." She says as she slapped some pancakes and stuff on a plate and place it on the small dining table.

"Time to eat, sleepyhead," You say as you placed another plate down on the table. Going back to grab cups and the bottle of orange juice you brought also.

Geto had rubbed at his eyes, the memories of last night finally coming back to him. He fell asleep here. He remembered Jules's drunken words to him. He remembered the intense stare-down the two women had. He remembers that guy who took the comfort of placing his hands on you. He sat down at the table, the aroma of fresh pancakes and vanilla abstract lingered through his nostrils.

"Thanks." He mumbled, his voice deep as ever as he began to eat.

You sat at the table with a small smile on your face. You wouldn't have minded waking up to him every morning. The two of you ate in silence, a habit that occurs as you two would sit in front of Mr. Hukaki's store eating cheap ramen and snacks.

"Did you know the lady I was with?" Geto questioned, his eyes looking up from his plate of food.

Shit. Of course, you knew her. She was the heir of CAMPOP. You've been avoiding meeting her due to her extreme passive-aggressive attitude towards you. During the contract signing, Jules rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was the way she treated people around her or the way her words came out harsher than ever. You weren't even sure. But the woman seemed off.

"No. Not that I know of," You lied. Your eyes traveling down to the syrup-absorbed pancakes in front of you. "Why?" You questioned.

"She just said you looked like someone she knows," Geto said. He shrugged his shoulders, letting the feeling roll out his mind. "But after all, she was drunk." He leaned forward to pour you two some orange juice in the cups you placed on the table.

You swallowed your food as your fork pushed around the pancakes. Of course, she would say that you were BVBYGRL007. You would listen to Geto change the subject, rambling about university work and such.

"Shit, I should really get going. Have a ton of work to do." He said out loud as he dropped his fork on his plate.

You were sipping at your orange juice. "Same, if you want to study and do university work together, just hit me up. You have my number," you said out loud. "Really be needing the company when I'm in the library."

"Well, how about this upcoming Monday?" Geto questioned. He stood up to go put his shoes on.

"Fine with me." You said, "What time?"

"How about at 3?"

"Cool."

You walked Geto to the door, leaning against the frame as he would step into the hallway. "Thanks for breakfast." He says.

"It's no problem. It's nice having someone to talk to in this place anyway." You gave him a smile which he returned.

"Well, I know where to come when I'm hungry and too lazy to cook." He jokes, causing you to giggle.

Opening your mouth to clap back at his joke, you felt his massive muscular arms tug you into a comforting hug. His arms snaking around you; it felt so relaxing. Taking in the manly scent of him. Despite wearing the clothes he wore last night, you still could get a whiff of his expensive cologne.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?" He says. You could feel his chest vibrate as his words escaped his mouth.

"Okay." You responded as he pulled away from the hug.

Your cheeks growing hot as you watched him travel down the hall to his apartment. You would walk into your apartment and begin to clean up the mess you made while making breakfast for you and Geto. Your phone started ringing. You prayed that wasn't Carson calling back, saying they murdered their roommate. You didn't know that number that popped up on the screen, but you still answered.

"Hello?" You said into the phone.

Hearing the female tone on the other end caused your stomach to form a knot. You swallowed harshly as you held the phone to your ear. Jules.

"Hello, BVBYGRL007."

"What do you want?" You questioned, annoyance bubbling in your stomach as you leaned against your kitchen counter.

"It shocked me seeing you last night. I haven't seen you since our contract signing. I thought must have scared you off. But your rankings on CAMPOP says otherwise," Jules bluntly admitted.

"That's what you called me for, to taunt me. Jules, please stop playing on my phone." You said

"You know, it's so crazy how well sex workers hide their identities. I wish more sex workers were like Gojo, step into the sex industry themselves. Not with some shitty cat mask like you." Jules sneered.

Your first clutched tightly hearing that. Kissing your teeth before speaking, "As a woman who is about to own one of the world's popular cam websites, you should know the dangers of women displaying who they really are when it comes to the sex work industry. Or did your education that daddy paid for didn't teach you that?" You questioned. You knew on the other end of the phone she was annoyed.

"You know, you want to ask that question. How exactly do I know Geto?"

You were curious. That questioned lingered in your mind ever since you saw them at the table together.

"We're closer than you think. Actually, you two are closer than you think," Jules says. "You know between us girls. I want Geto. I usually can get any cam boy that works under this company to kneel in front of me. But Geto's different. He's a challenge, and I like challenges. And I know some challenges, have obstacles."

What the hell is that supposed to mean? You would listen to Jules speak some more, concluding that she loved hearing herself talk. Your eyes were rolling so much listening to her speech.

"[Y/N], you're an obstacle in my challenge," Jules said.

You didn't understand why you would be an obstacle. If she wanted Geto, she was sure she could get him. From your knowledge, you two were just friends. You may have grown kin to the man, but with Jules pestering into your life now, you didn't have time to drag him further into it.

"If you want Geto, you can have him." You said. "Considering how kind he is, he must don't want you back. I'm sorry to hear that, Jules."

You loved agitating her. It was a long pause on the other end. She probably was thinking of a comeback to snap at you.

"I'm having a masquerade ball for CAMPOP next Friday. I expect you to find Geto in the crowd before the clock strikes midnight, or I'll tell him myself who you really are, BVBYGRL007."

Your lips parted to argue, but the dial tone on the other end of the phone stopped you. You let out a scream of annoyance. You couldn't believe what was happening. She had the audacity to put you in this position. She purposely was inviting Geto to the ball to spite you. Little did he know he would be around sex workers who, when the clock strikes midnight, perform sexual acts on each other in the mini rooms of whatever venue it was hosted. It was some odd tradition that Jules had since her father got sick. You weren't planning on participating because orgies weren't your thing.

As you sat wondering, why would she invite Geto to an event knowing what happened after midnight. Especially giving if she took an interest in him. You would pace back and forth in your living room, trying to think. A light bulb went off in your head as you plopped down in the same spot you once sat when Geto was in your apartment.

"No. That can't be." You said out loud.

What if Geto was already working with CAMPOP. What if he was a cam worker just like you? That would explain him saying maybe to your question. Him having dinner with Jules. You let out a sigh trying to push that delusion out of your head.

"You're overthinking it [Y/N]. He's not a cam worker," You said to yourself.

Just when you needed him the most at the moment, for some reason seeing notifications from the guy caused you to be at ease. SUGURUSUGA had requested a video call on CAMPOP. You only did video calls to discuss your future collaborations and get to know each other more on Fridays before his stream, so this sudden call was odd. Both of you were wearing your mask to hide your identities since you could tell you weren't comfortable exposing yourself just yet. You would rush to your streaming room, logging into your account and plopping down on your gaming chair. You grabbed your cat mask, tugging it on your face, and when you joined the video call, the man in front of you was patiently waiting. He was drawing in a book of his. As you watched him, you glanced at his hands, and your eyes instantly grew big. Those large tattooed hands looked familiar to you last night for a reason.

You remembered vividly watching those large tattooed hands rub up and down his hardened dick for the camera. You remembered watching the sticky white substance of his cum drip on his hands when he would masturbate for his audience.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Geto was SUGURUSUGA.