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✰ WOKE UP IN JAPAN ✰

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✰ Pairing neighbor!Choso Kamo x bartender!Reader

✰ Summary (chapter 1/? of Queen of the Night), in which you offer to help your lovely younger neighbour Yuji with his chemistry homework, but end up bumping into his mysterious, ever-elusive older brother, Choso aka ‘the ghost of the block'...

✰ Warnings crack, slow-burn, pining, opposites to lovers, awkwardness, jealousy, underground nightlife, Choso being cold and intimidating at first, reader being messy™️, suggestive language (nsfw and dark themes coming later on-check series materialist for the complete list)

~5k words(First chapter turned out longer than expected..sorry abt that)

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: "Woke up in Japan" by 5sos

7:42 AM

“Are you still asleep?!” Shizuru’s hands jolt you awake, practically sending you flying out of your dreams. “Damn, you’re going to be late for class again!” 

You blink groggily, your mind struggling to catch up with reality. Less than twenty minutes to make it to campus, and here you are, still snuggled in the warm embrace of your blankets. Last night, you’d fallen asleep mid-jam session, headphones still on, your beloved guitar resting in your lap like a loyal dog. Papers are strewn about your room like confetti from a failed celebration, and as you tilt your head to one side, you feel Shizuru shaking you again.

“Wake up!” she insists, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

With a jolt, your eyes flutter open, and you’re immediately met with the relentless buzzing of your phone alarm on the nightstand. “Shit, it’s late!” you exclaim, snatching it up. As you read the time, your heart drops. “NO WAY! IT’S THIS LATE… Shit, no, no!” 

In a whirlwind of panic, you leap out of bed, your feet somehow getting tangled in your own guitar. You trip and stumble, barely managing to grab a pair of wide-leg jeans and your favorite cropped sweater from the drawer as you dash toward the bathroom. 

“Whoa, watch out!” you yell, just as you collide with a shirtless guy who seems to have wandered into your apartment, probably one of Shizuru's late-night visitors. 

“Hey, good morning to you, Sleeping Beauty… You must be Shizuru's roomie,” he greets you, completely unfazed by your chaotic entrance. You feel your cheeks flush as you awkwardly try to cover your exposed legs, the oversized t-shirt you're wearing doing little to help. “Yes… it’s me… nice to meet you,” you stammer, trying to muster a smile despite the embarrassment. “Ehm… I’d love to chat, but I really have to go… I’m late again…for uni I mean” you clear your throat, trying not to cringe at your own goofiness.

With that, you escape into the bathroom, your laughter mingled with anxiety echoing through the hallway. Just before you close the door, you notice your roomie still standing in the corridor with her mocking grin, and you turn back to Shizuru, mouthing a whispered rebuke. “Who's him, 'Zuru? Can you at least give me a heads-up next time a guy stays over?” your frustrated words elicit a chuckle from the pink-haired girl "you know…so that I can avoid being caught half naked by a stranger again…"

Shrugging, she just gives you an amused look, clearly entertained by your morning fiasco. Still flustered, you crank up the shower without checking the temperature. The moment the water hits you, you realize too late that it’s scalding hot. “AHHH! That’s not what I signed up for!” you yelp, jumping back, only to drop the bottle of lotion, which thuds loudly against the tiles.

In the kitchen, Shizuru and her date exchange glances, the sound of the lotion bottle crashing resonating through the apartment. 

“Is she okay?” he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine—just a typical morning of hers. This girl’s trouble,” Shizuru replies with a roll of her eyes.

Finally, you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing out behind you like a dramatic exit from a soap opera. You grab your bag and beloved headphones, rushing toward the door. “I’m leaving! See you later, Zuru!” 

Just as you’re about to vanish, you pop your head back through the door, suddenly reminded of the other person in the apartment  “Oh, and… it was nice to meet you, uh… Kenji?” you attempt a name, hoping it will be the right one this time…it's definitely hard to keep up with Shizuru's adventurous love life…

"Yeah... whatever…" The guy looks at Shizuru, bewildered. “Who the hell is Kenji again?” 

Shizuru mentally curses your terrible memory... you've mistaken him for her previous date “Told you she’s completely bonkers,” she mutters, shaking her head, before smoothly shifting to another topic. 

...

Just then, another door swings open in the hallway, the one of apartment 24, right next to yours. Yuji Itadori, your neighbor, waves goodbye to his older brother, Choso, while chewing on a half-eaten sandwich…

You are too ingrossed in your phone to notice him and you and Yuji end up slamming into each other, a comedic collision of morning chaos. “hey careful here...oh it's you! Good morning!” you both exclaim, chuckling at your synchronized enthusiasm.

Yuji is the sweetest guy ever—an actual angel. He’s a bit younger than you, but since you moved to Japan to study, he’s always been there to lend a hand, whether it’s carrying heavy grocery bags or rescuing you and your roomie when your apartment almost caught fire. “Setting off for uni already?” he asks, flashing that bright smile of his.

“Yes… classes start in ten minutes, but I’ve made my peace with being late…” you shamelessly admit with a smile, glancing at your phone. There was something about Yuji's candor that made you feel at ease, as if you could tell him about the most embarrassing thing you've done without being judged at all.

“By the way… how’s school going, Yuji?” You can’t just run off without exchanging a few words with him; he’s too lovely.

“I've joined two more clubs this year, but…” Yuji sighs dramatically, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his backpack. “Science is driving me mad! I can’t keep up with both biology and chemistry at the same time!” 

“Oh no, Biology and Chemistry together in the same sentence sound scary…” you agree, genuinely feeling for him. Without thinking twice, you suggest, “I still have some remnants of knowledge from high school. I could help you with your homework… if you want, of course!”

His big doe eyes light up with gratefulness. “Would you really do this for me? Thank you!!” he exclaims, nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement. Yuji's spontaneous reactions were always too precious, you simply can't say no to this guy. Not that you mind being around him actually.

“Yeah, no problem! That’s what neighbors are for, right?” You smile back, feeling a warm glow at his enthusiasm. “ok then…When do you want to start?”

“Let me think…" he taps his finger on his temple, feigning a not so credible hesitation "How about this afternoon?" He spits out soon after, a goofy smile on his lips "eheh...The situation is bordering on desperate here, and I have a test next week…” He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Is it that bad?” You muse, trying to suppress a laugh. “Okay, okay… don’t worry, Yuji, I can help. How about this afternoon, around 5?” 

“5 PM sounds perfect for me!” He looks at you like you’re his personal superhero. “We both should really go now…" he says, glancing down at the ridiculous time displayed on his screen "see you later, then!” 

“Yeah, we definitely should” you agree, putting your headphones on as you begin to walk toward the lift. "See you later!"

“Thank you! You’re the best!” Yuji’s voice rings in your ears once again before you disappear behind the doors, your heart a little lighter and your day a little brighter.

…

“I'm home, Cho!” Yuji bursts through the door like a whirlwind after a long day of classes, his shoes and backpack tumbling onto the doorstep in a chaotic heap. The moment he steps inside, his energy lights up the quietness of the living room.

Choso lounges on the couch, wearing an expression that screams “boredom” as he stares blankly at the TV,  probably rewatching the same episode of some mind-numbing comedy series in the strenuous attempt to kill his time until Yuji would be home from school. 

“Hey, you’re back earlier today!” the guy says, glancing at the clock. “Were Megumi and Nobara too busy to hang out this afternoon?” His curiosity is piqued, especially since Yuji hasn’t plopped down on the couch beside him yet; instead, he busies himself gathering the avalanche of papers scattered across the living room floor and fluffing the couch cushions like a domestic tornado.

Choso sighs and lazily stands up, trailing after Yuji to the kitchen, where he surprises his brother wrestling with a mountain of neglected dishes in the sink.

“What are you doing? Did we suddenly become a popular hangout spot and I missed the memo?” Choso asks, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, his pigtails swaying back and forth in rhythm with his thoughts.

“Oh, yes! Totally forgot to text you about this!” Yuji muses, a casual shrug accompanying his words. “ Our neighbor from the 23 is coming over to help me with my science homework.” He says it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but Choso’s eyebrows shoot up, a mixture of panic and confusion etched on his face. Someone. A girl, to boot, is going to visit them…since when?

“Which one of the girls next door? The new one?” Choso’s memory is a little foggy; he’d caught only a glimpse of you moving in nearly a month ago, awkwardly maneuvering your staff in the hallway like a wizard trying to find their way in a Muggle world. 

He’s always been the king of avoiding small talk and the awkwardness of handshakes, not to mention the sheer horror of forgetting someone's name right after meeting them. What he dreaded most, though, were the judgmental glances he received from strangers, as if his unconventional style was a neon sign saying, “Please stare at me!”. It basically feels like his worst nightmare is coming true in front of his eyes right now. 

He looks at Yuji in horror, hoping he will get the hint, but his eyes soften as he watches his hyperactive little brother. How could he understand? Yuji is the complete opposite of him. He was a social butterfly, flitting from person to person, charming everyone in the neighborhood with that infectious smile of his. 

“Yes, her…” Yuji confirms, trying to gauge Choso’s reaction. But Choso is still sulking, clearly annoyed that his afternoon plans with Yuji have officially been hijacked. “You know… she’s really nice. Always checking in on how school’s going. In fact, she was the one who offered to help me!” Yuji tries to cheer up the conversation.

“You could’ve just asked me for help!” Choso retorts, his tone dripping with faux indignation as he crosses his strong arms, frowning at his brother. 

“And when exactly did you become a master of subscripts in bulk and balancing chemical equations?” Yuji teases, clearly enjoying this little sparring match. 

Choso plops down at the kitchen table, pouting like a child denied dessert. “I could’ve helped you by reading the books first and then explaining it to you! You know I’ve gotten pretty good at explaining stuff by now!” He tries to sound defensive, but the corners of his mouth betray him, earning a chuckle from Yuji.

Just then, the doorbell rings, echoing through the apartment like a dramatic soundtrack. “Cho, please open the door for me, will you? I need a sec to finish here!” Yuji’s request sends Choso into a minor panic. He definitely wasn't prepared for this…greetings have never been his thing. But he stands up from his seat nonetheless "Just because it's you Yuji". He squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath, and dragging his feet toward the door. 

As he approaches it, he can't help wondering what he was getting himself into. Would this new girl find him weird? With a final gulp, he grasps the doorknob, hiding his nerves under his usual expressionless pout, the one Yuji calls his typical 'resting bitch face': He is now officially ready for the most awkward encounter of his life.

…

On the other side of the door, you stand, nervously clutching a couple of library books to your chest. They are your secret weapons for the afternoon, intended to help Yuji with his homework. 

When the door finally swings open, you are completely unprepared for what greets you…or better, who does:  there he stands,a well-built guy you've never seen around before, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed, with an air of casually intimidating coolness. He is tall and pale, his skin seemingly untouched by sunlight for ages, giving him an otherworldly vibe. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark circles framing them like a pair of ominous shadows, and he's studying you from head to toe as if you were a particularly perplexing puzzle. 

You soon realize who you were standing in front of: none other than Yuuji's legendary, ever-elusive older brother—the one your roommate dubbed “the ghost of the block” whenever he comes up in conversation. You’d heard the wildest theories about him: some claim he was a sort of anarchist scribbling deep thoughts on walls in the dead of night, while others insist he was part of a notorious gang that roamed the outskirts of Tokyo. Now, as you take in the towering figure before you, you can somewhat understand the origins of these myths. Still, you think most of them are definitely a bit too imaginative—like something out of a late-night anime binge. 

“Um, hi…” you manage to stammer after a while, your voice barely rising above the awkward silence that fills the air like thick fog. “Is Yuji home?” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to look more composed than you feel. “I came to help him with his homework. I know he’s been struggling with advanced chemistry… it’s like a nightmare waiting to happen, right?” You attempt to lighten the mood with a joke, your smile widening in hopes of breaking the tension.

But the guy, who appears more or less your same age, doesn't seem to register your words. He simply stands there, studying you with an intensity that makes your heart race. You avert your gaze for a second, trying to catch some more information about him by his body language, but your gaze lands on his crossed-arms figure: he seems tense too, you can even see the outline of his impressive biceps flexing through the puckered fabric of his oversized shirt. 

Choso seems to notice your wandering stare and sighs deeply. He hides his embarrassment behind a wall of annoyance caused by your wandering eyes, even if he himself has already checked out the way your figure all wrapped up in an old oversized leather jacket appears so much smaller than his one. 

You quickly recompose yourself, finally daring to meet his unwavering stare. You feel a bit like a deer caught in headlights, every detail about you being scrutinized—the way you nervously hug your books, the slight tremor in your hands, the way your shoulders move as you speak. His gaze is shamelessly unyielding, and you can feel the awkwardness stretching like an elastic band, ready to snap.

A heavy silence envelops you two and you mentally kick yourself for being such a chatterbox in these kinds of situations. Why couldn’t you be one of those cool people who could effortlessly glide through awkward moments? Instead, you feel like a blabbering fool and decide it was best to just... stop talking.

Choso, however, is still lost in his own thoughts, his mind swirling with confusion. There is something unsettling in the pit of his stomach that he can't quite place. He doesn't trust you, not at all, and the idea of you being close to his brother doesn't sit well with him. But as you smile again, a genuine warmth behind your nervousness, he finds himself snapping back to reality.

“Sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself… I’m such a fool,” you say, bowing your head slightly in an awkward attempt to ease the tension but helplessly ending up betraying your own vow of silence. You remind him your name,not sure that Yuji has already prevented him of your arrival.  “I moved here a month ago. I don't think we were ever properly introduced before…” You flash another smile, and for a heartbeat, you can swear you've seen a faint blush creeping up his nose, right on the bold tattoo that marks his face.

He quickly presses his lips in an emotionless smile “Mhm… Choso,” he murmurs, finally stepping back to let you inside, the moment stretching out far longer than necessary. 

Choso… you take a moment to roll the name around in your head, savoring its mystery. You've never heard this name before but it seems fitting for someone like him… eye-catching, extravagant. Dressed in oversized, baggy clothes that swallow him whole, with his peculiar bangs carelessly falling over his forehead, just above the furrowed brows that give him a perpetually serious expression. He looks like the kind of guy you would usually meet in the dimly lit club you work in, all adorned in chains and vibing to hardcore EDM beats until dawn. But there's also something undeniably intriguing about him—a peculiar charm that makes him weirdly attractive despite his gruff demeanor.

As you step inside, the awkwardness of the scene stretches on: Choso stands next to you, a silent statue in the cramped corridor, while you internally debate whether to break the ice with a joke about his “ghostly” reputation. Thankfully, just as the tension reaches critical levels, Yuji’s familiar, friendly face pops out of the kitchen, like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds of your social anxiety. “Hi! You made it in the end!” He greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey Yuji! Told you I’d swing by to help today! I even hit up the campus library to grab some books… maybe they’ll help…” you say, trying to sound as casual as possible while internally cringing at your own nerdiness.

“Great! Anything could be useful at this point… I can’t thank you enough for your help, really. Advanced chemistry sounds like rocket science to me, eheh…” Yuji gesticulates wildly, taking a step closer and starting to bow comically, as if trying to convey the depths of his gratitude through exaggerated movements. 

“You really don’t need to thank me, Yuji… especially not after you saved our apartment from catching fire just a few weeks ago…” You smile back at him, glancing at Choso, whose eyes widen in shock at the mention of his little brother performing some kind of heroic act. He swallows soundly, making a mental note to return to the topic once you've left the apartment. 

“I even got the chance to meet your brother! We never had the chance to—” you shut yourself, unexpectedly feeling Choso tensing up once again beside you, suddenly aware he was the center of attention, which is clearly not his favorite place to be.

“Yeah… Cho’s a bit of a couch potato,” Yuji teases, throwing his brother under the bus with a playful grin. Choso in return, can't help shooting him a glare that could have melted steel. 

“Hey… it’s not that! I just… don’t have time to hang out a lot. I’m busy here at home,” he replies, his tone firm and proud, though you still can sense the discomfort lurking beneath his casual words. 

“Oh… that’s for sure, Cho…” Yuji laughs, barely dodging the dangerously intimidating glare from his brother. “Come in, please! We can start whenever you want. Let me grab my notes and a pen!” He ushers you into the kitchen, providing you with the opportunity to survey the apartment. You are pleasantly surprised to find it tidier than expected for a pair of guys living alone—definitely a far cry from the chaos that sometimes rages in your and Shizuru's shared apartment.

Yuji gestures for you to sit at the kitchen table, where Choso sat barely minutes before. “Make yourself at home! What can I offer you?” he asks, opening the fridge like a magician revealing his next trick while you remove your earphones and shrug off your beloved vintage oversized leather jacket.

Choso lingers silently by the doorway, watching you like a hawk. He notices how you seemed to curl into yourself, trying to occupy the least amount of space possible, yet your curious eyes dart around their apartment, making him feel oddly exposed—as if you could read into his deepest secrets by the way his favourite mug was decorated.  He surely notices the way you delicately place your earphones on the table like they are precious artifacts while your bag has been unceremoniously tossed aside. 

Just then, you catch him staring and manage to give him another timid smile, but his stoic mask doesn't budge a millimeter. Again. At this point you are sure he doesn't like you. At all…

“Don’t worry about me, Yuji…” you stammer, trying to fill the awkward silence. “A glass of water will be more than fine… Your apartment looks very cozy, guys.” You desperately attempt to keep the conversation flowing (and distract Choso from scrutinizing your every move.)

Yuji hands you a glass of water, and you down it in one gulp, your throat suddenly parched from both the walk and the weight of Choso’s gaze. Does he really intend to stare at you this whole time? 

Yuji plops down next to you, rifling through his notes to kick off the lesson. “What I really can’t wrap my head around in advanced chemistry are all those tiny signs you scribble above reactions, you know?” He fidgets with the pages until he finds what he meant, his notes looking like doodles from an adorable hyperactive child. “Here it is…” he says, handing you the notebook opened to a specific page, momentarily distracting you from your embarrassment.

Choso, however, seems to have eyes only for you. He notices how your hair fell over your face as you leaned in to read and feels a strange urge to understand what made you so captivating to his brother. His gaze lands on the small leather string around your neck, recognising that sort of tight necklace girls around the crowded Tokyo streets usually wear… Nobara says they're called 'chokers' but Choso couldn't really understand the ultimate meaning of those, ending up mentally scolding himself for being distracted by fashion trends when he should have been focusing on the lesson. 

Meanwhile, you have already launched into an enthusiastic explanation about superscripts and subscripts in chemistry,  Yuji completely engrossed, nodding along like a bobblehead. 

Choso tries to keep up at first, but quickly gives up when you start discussing the periodic table and isotopes, realizing he must have looked like a creep this whole time. He decides that you are more than capable of taking care of his little brother… for now. “I’ll be in my room in case you two need me…” his deep, rough voice breaks into your explanation, and you seize the moment to inform Yuji that you have to leave early today.

 “Okay, thank you...By the way, Yuji, I forgot to mention—I really have to head out by six today. Sorry about that. I work tonight. We can also continue another time; I’m available for as many lessons as you need before the test!” You hastily add.

“Yeah? Don’t worry about that… Work? Did you get a job already?” Yuji asks, his eyes lighting up, while Choso stops mid-step in the corridor, curiosity piqued.

“Yeah, I did! I’ve been working as a bartender in this small club for a week now. It’s called The Queen of the Night… you know, that little music pub nearby Shimokita…” you explain, your heart swelling with excitement. “I really enjoy it, actually! I’ve learned how to whip up colorful, scented cocktails, and the best part is that I’m in my natural element all night!” You giggle. 

“That sounds amazing! I know how much of a music lover you are…” Yuji exclaimes, his enthusiasm infectious “ so you usually work during the night, right? How late do you get off?” 

Choso finds himself fighting against the urge to eavesdrop as he makes his way down the hallway toward his room. The lively chatter coming from the kitchen have unexpectedly  ignited a spark of curiosity deep within him—a feeling he can't quite name. It tugs at the corners of his mind, compelling him to pivot on his heels and retrace his steps. So he casually strolls back into the kitchen, feigning nonchalance as he reaches for a Coke from the fridge, all the while straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah… my shift usually runs from 8 pm until… well, sometimes sunrise,” you laugh lightly, your voice laced with a blend of humor and weariness as you noticed Choso’s return. “I guess the upside is that I get to watch the sun rising at the end of my shift…”

Yuuji’s smile falters momentarily, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Damn… so you’re telling me you work until 4 or 5 in the morning?” Choso catches the hint of concern in Yuji’s voice, a protective instinct inexplicably flaring up in him. The thought of you, his far too chatty neighbor, serving drinks amidst a sea of inebriated patrons somehow sends a wave of unease coursing through him. He envisions your graceful figure navigating the club, your outgoing personality potentially misinterpreted as an invitation for unwanted attention... The Coke can he had picked up now feels like a vice in his hand, his grip tightening involuntarily as his innate protectiveness surges within him—it simply doesn't sit right.

"Does anyone at least pick you up from there?" The words slip out before he can fully process them, surprising even himself. He turns his back to the counter, his tone harsher than intended, the concern bleeding through the facade of indifference he usually wore.

“Sorry?” You blink, taken aback by his sudden inquiry. 

“I asked if anyone usually picks you up when it’s that late,” Choso repeats, successfully trying to erase any hint of concern from his tone. “It’s not safe for a girl like you to be wandering the streets alone at that hour…” He turns to face you now, focusing on maintaining his usual stoic expression, but the intensity of his gaze betrays him the second your eyes meet. Was the ‘ghost of the block’ really checking on your safety?

“I… don’t worry about me. I’m used to it.” You manage to stammer, a mix of surprise and embarrassment creeping on your cheeks “I used to go to clubs even before I started working in one,” you reply, trying to downplay the gravity of the situation. Yet, the truth is that the thought of returning home all alone in the dead of night is still unsettling to you, regardless of how many times you already did it. You simply shrug, feeling exposed under the weight of Choso's piercing gaze, which narrows as he keeps on scrutinizing your fragile demeanor. Choso struggles to keep his composure, the dark images racing through his mind as he assesses your vulnerability weighing heavily on him. He knew all too well the kind of atrocities male humans are capable of, the kinds of men (not to mention other kinds of entities) who could take advantage of someone like you...or even worse. How could you be so carefree about it? Your nonchalant behaviour ignites a fierce anger within him.

“Tch…” he mutters, his eyes glazing over as he falls into his own thoughts. “All it takes is one creep…” he muses gravely to himself, the gravity of some mysterious memories settling like a storm cloud over him.

He's definitely hiding something-  you notice. Your eyes flicker nervously between Yuji and Choso, trying to make sense of the tension thickening in the room. Yuji, his usual carefree demeanor now clouded with concern, clears his throat before speaking up. “Cho’s right... don’t you have anyone who can walk you home? I can do it for you…” His offer hangs in the air, earnest and almost too sweet, and your chest tightens at the sight of his genuine care.

You shook your head quickly, hoping your refusal won't sting too much. “It’s really not a problem... I can handle it myself. Besides, you’ve got school, Yuji. You shouldn’t be out so late anyways..” The words feel too soft, almost like an apology, as if you are rejecting him in some way, but you can't quite bring yourself to hurt his feelings. And still, you can feel Choso’s eyes on you, sharp and unreadable, like he is secretly waiting for something more from you.

Yuji pauses, his face faltering for just a moment before he turns to his brother. “Okay... well, if not me…” he glances back at you, then to Choso. “Maybe Choso could walk you. Shouldn’t be a problem for him, right Cho?”

Your stomach drops. There it it again—the unspoken weight in Choso’s presence. The thought of being alone with him, of walking the streets at night with Yuji’s intimidating older brother, stirs a sudden anxiety in you. It's not that you don't trust Choso, but something about the silent intensity in his gaze makes you uneasy.

“No…” You interrupt a little too sharply, the words spilling out in haste. “There’s really no need, honestly.” You try to soften your tone, but it still feels rude, especially with the way Yuji’s hopeful eyes are now fixed on you. “It’s not dangerous at all. I even walk part of the way with a colleague. She lives just down the block,” you lie, the guilt curling in your chest.

Yuji and Choso exchange a quiet look—something unreadable passing between them. Yuji’s smile is a little strained as he speaks again, “Alright, then... but can you at least let us know when you’re home? We’ll still be worried…and don’t worry about waking us up: we’re kinda used to late nights, aren’t we Cho?” His attempt to lighten the mood falls flat, and Choso’s subtle shift in expression doesn't escape your notice. A faint widening of his eyes, barely perceptible, speaks volumes—of things only Yuji and him could fully understand. Choso tries to keep his composure once again, even if Yuji's blunt hint at the nightly missions Jujutsu High usually assign them has certainly caught him by surprise.

Choso doesn't speak, just gives a small nod in agreement, and you finally relent, your lips curling into a tentative smile in gratitude. You can feel the weight of his silence pressing in as he turns away. His broad frame leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed tightly over his chest. For a moment, you think he might say something more—but instead, he simply leaves the room, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance, leaving behind a silence that felt far too loud in the aftermath.

You tried your best to refocus on your study session with Yuji afterwards, but your mind kept drifting back to Choso: there was something about the way he had looked at you before—a look that stirs a strange, unsettling feeling. It isn't fear, not exactly, but there is a tension there that you can't ignore. Is he really the cold, dangerous figure everyone said he is? Or is he just... awkward, a big guy in a world too small for him? You can't really understand it. And as your study session wears on, you are remembered about the  agreement you came to before, resigned to feel that unsettling pull in your chest again later tonight…

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Chapter 1/? is out!!!💜💜💜

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Pairing:Neighbor!Choso Kamo x Bartender!Reader

Syn: "In that moment Choso realized he would willingly trade countless nights of sleep for the magnetic pull of this club, where vivid strobe lights flickered across your skin. Colorful, abstract patterns transforming you into his Queen of the Night. The two of you were too different, so he found solace in watching you from afar: your lively essence lit up the venue, while he sat alone in a corner like a creep… Him, a protector, a weapon, a cursed child..."

Tags: lots of angst (it ends well though), fluff and smut. Jealousy, slow-burn,opposites to lovers,afab!reader,grunge couple!aesthetic,Choso being cold and rough at first, touchstarved Choso, mentions of alcohol, smoking and partying, Choso coping with new human feelings, (previous) toxic relationship, Choso’s protective onii-chan mode on, dark themes (insights into Kenjaku and his experiments, graphic description of violence), lots of awkwardness and sexual tension, Yuji being the sweetheart he is…. •MDNI•

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┍━━ ☽【ஓ๑♡Queen of the Night - 0. Prologue ♡๑ஓ】☾━━┑

Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

♫♬♪─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ

Chapter Soundtrack: "Queen of the Night by Hey Violet

Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Qʊɛɛռ օʄ ȶɦɛ Nɨɢɦȶ - Index✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Pairing:Neighbor!Choso Kamo x Bartender!Reader

Syn: "In that moment Choso realized he would willingly trade countless nights of sleep for the magnetic pull of this club, where vivid strobe lights flickered across your skin. Colorful, abstract patterns transforming you into his Queen of the Night. The two of you were too different, so he found solace in watching you from afar: your lively essence lit up the venue, while he sat alone in a corner like a creep… Him, a protector, a weapon, a cursed child..."

Tags: lots of angst (it ends well though), fluff and smut. Jealousy, slow-burn,opposites to lovers,afab!reader,grunge couple!aesthetic,Choso being cold and rough at first, touchstarved Choso, mentions of alcohol, smoking and partying, Choso coping with new human feelings, (previous) toxic relationship, Choso’s protective onii-chan mode on, dark themes (insights into Kenjaku and his experiments, graphic description of violence), lots of awkwardness and sexual tension, Yuji being the sweetheart he is…. •MDNI•

|FIC PLAYLIST HERE |

♬⋆. I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you" ♬⋆.˚

─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

0. ♫♬♪Prologue. Queen of the Night (Tumblr)♫♬♪. |AO3|

1. ♫♬♪ Woke up in Japan (Tumblr)

[lethargiccryptid]

Okay.....I already LOVE this 🥰🥰🥰

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Qʊɛɛռ օʄ ȶɦɛ Nɨɢɦȶ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Tumblr Materialist | READ ON AO3 here

Synopsis: Choso never thought he could be something more than a weapon. For all of his life he trained, fought, protected... After a year of strenuous battles, he finally glimpses the promise of a new,normal existence alongside Yuji. Yet, as he embraces this new beginning, he finds himself grappling with the tumult of unfamiliar emotions, the delicate intricacies of the human heart... Enter YN, Yuuji's new neighbor—a wanderess, a dreamer. With her heart always wide open, she struggles with the consequences of becoming attached to everyone and everything in her path. But as their lives intertwine, a shadow from Choso's past threatens to come back from the dead, mining his path towards redemption and happiness.

Tags: Heavy angst, fluff, slow-burn, and Major TWs ahead. Pls make sure to properly read the TW section before approaching each chapter. • MDNI •

A/N: this fic holds a special, personal meaning for me. I've poured my heart and soul into it, I really hope someone will like it💜 thanks in advance for reading 💜 let me know if you want to be included in a taglist!

♬⋆.˚"Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you" ♬⋆.˚

Chapters Index: ─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

0. ♫♬♪Prologue. Queen of the Night♫♬♪

1. (Coming soon...)

Taglist:

[lethargiccryptid]

Kat....MA'AM!!!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN COOKING THIS BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECE???

Me waiting patiently to consume every yummy morsel you produce!!!! KATOSO FOR THE WINNN!

This was...so lovely, so rhyming and poetic, I can FEEL your chemistry with Choso oozing off the screen. Legitimately otp....once in a life time kinda stuff!!!

┍━━ ☽【ஓ๑♡Queen of the Night - 0. Prologue ♡๑ஓ】☾━━┑

Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

♫♬♪─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ Chapter Soundtrack: "Queen of the Night by Hey Violet ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻."♫♬♪

Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

Thanks for reading this far! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated 💜

Fic Navigation Materialist | next chapter (coming soon)

© dreamingkitsunewrites. Don't repost/ translate my words without my consent please.

[lazyjellyfish300]

I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

┍━━ ☽【ஓ๑♡Queen of the Night - 0. Prologue ♡๑ஓ】☾━━┑

Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

♫♬♪─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ Chapter Soundtrack: "Queen of the Night by Hey Violet ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻."♫♬♪

Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

Thanks for reading this far! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated 💜

Fic Navigation Materialist | next chapter (coming soon)

© dreamingkitsunewrites. Don't repost/ translate my words without my consent please.