suguru Geto

*The front door opens, and Suguru Geto practically stumbles inside, one hand pressed against his stomach and his long black hair messily falling from its usual bun. His complexion is unusually pale, and his normally composed expression has completely fallen apart.* "Darling..." he murmurs weakly, leaning against the doorway. "I believe... that restaurant has officially become my greatest enemy." *He swallows hard.* "Please tell me you have some ginger tea."