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4pfsukuna · 2 months ago

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Hellooo, lowk imagine a jealous sukuna x reader fic where he bottles his true feelings for her. That leads to an argument which then leads to reader storming out and meeting w/ her friends to have them dress up as a guy and pretend their her new hook up or smth 😭😭

Debrief: Sukuna would rather die than talk about feelings but you do that thing (exist) that he likes and he cant help himself (crash out)

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If someone asked Sukuna how he felt about you he’d say you were just best friends. He’d actually talk so much shit that it could be the fic itself.

But if you were to ask anyone else how they think he felt about you? The majority answer would be ‘down bad’ followed by ‘obsessed’ followed by ‘unhinged’.

Gojo mutters something about pussy whipped.

“And they were roommates” you finish off before placing the cherry red lollipop back in your mouth as you lift the opposite arm to touch the ceiling. Yes the ceiling someway somehow you had convinced the pink haired brute to carry you around on his shoulders something about wanting to know what it fealt like to be his height.

“You're such a nosy brat y’know?” He keeps walking around, switch in hand looking so tiny since his palms are so huge. He was playing the sims and just put one with pink hair and no tattoos in the pool and took the ladder out. You lean down with your pink dyed hair covering his view wobbling slightly but he's quick to steady you.

Before you can retaliate his brothers Choso and Yuji are walking into his apartment not phased at all by the scene except Yuki, chosos girlfriend who definitely is shocked.

You greet them all while Sukuna glares at them not wanting to hear anything not even see the knowing smirks on their face.

The second time they walk in on the two of you your head is in sukunas lap your body elongated on the couch as you scold him for being mean to some of his employees at the tattoo shop. Hes barely listening though your slender fingers tracing his tattoos especially the ones on his bare chest.

These were the perks of best friend privileges, you could do absolutely anything you wanted to him and hed just let you. Hed glare at you with that look of annoyance and call you a brat but he did that when he was happy too so you brush it off as nothing more than his default.

He would never admit it but he likes when you dote on hin like this, likes that youre bossy and commanding you never ask him to do anything you tell him. For someone half his size you surely do think you have alot of power of him(you do). He likes the way your body feels against him too because to you the Y in Your space was silent not that he minded your excuse being hes so huge and takes up so much space.

The curves on your body drove him wild especially when you placed himself in his lap, your plush ass sitting right on his dick and if he even looked down he’d have a perfect view of your breast that’s always on display in the low cut shirts you wore.

“Are you even listening?” Your voice pulls his attention as you give him a slight glare, hand wrapping around his bicep… well the part your hand could fit around.

“No” he smirks the clouded over look in his maroon eyes fading as he looks down at you watching you huff and slowly sit up. “Why should i” he challenges loving the way you never back down.

“Because im your bestie for the restie and im always right” you arrogantly scoff climbing into his lap smiling at the eye roll he gives you, the fourth one today by the way, as an arm wraps around your waist to steady you.

“Shut up ‘bestie for the restie’ yuck” he mocks in a high pitched voice always making fun of you for saying stuff like that. He hated it, it was so girly and childish and stupid and he absolutely did not want to be your bestie.

“You actually bullied me into the silly little friendship” he reminds you the day you pranced into his shop bragging about the great colorwork of tattoos you did on all skintones and he couldnt deny your talent. Nor your friendship apparently.

“A woman half your size bullied you? The great lord sukuna. The masochist. The most muscular man in all of japan got bullied by a girl who doesnt use the top shelf in her home because shes to short to reach it” you gasp rhetorically leaning closer and closer making him hang off every word as if you were talking about something else. Its so innocent yet seductive all at the same time.

“Maybe i let the little pup thinks she is for my own amusement” he teases back with a smirk knowing it would get under your skin. Provoking you to get you riled up was one of his favorite pastimes.

“I will fuck you up” you snap with a vicious glare angrily sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. His skin burns at the sight remembering the drunk night at the club a few weeks ago and the kiss you shared when you sunk your teeth into his lip. Oh you couldve asked him for his soul and he wouldve told you its already yours. The next day though you just brushed it off before pestering him about it being so cold in the shop and demanding his hoodie.

“I would love to see you try” his smirk never leaving his face leaning closer to challenge you. Before your mouth can open in retaliation your phone chirps with 5 back to back text and your attention is gone from him.

“Oh its ‘toru” you smile… a bit to widely for his liking before getting lost in your phone.

“What the fuck is a Toru” he sneers unable to keep his jealousy at bay, because who in the actual fuck was toru and why were you smiling at your phone like that.

“Satoru Gojo” you shrug as if you hadnt just named a man that was so famous for gettin around he was known for sleeping with men and women and nobody batted an eye because they were just waiting on their chance.

“And you call him Toru?” He tries to stay calm digs his nails into his palms and digs his heels into the floor.

“Yes sukuna” you hiss not sure why he was asking such a redundant question. You hated being questioned this is actually where you and him were similar you were going to do what you wanted and when you didnt need anybody questioning you or being nosy. You had fucked up though nicknaming another man and reffering to him as just sukuna instead of kuna or even kirby that you called him from time to time.

“Get off me” he snaps and your head snaps up from the phone to his eyes that are actively avoiding you. Well who pissed in his onigiri? What was with the sudden change in attitude.

“Are you actually dumb enough to let that little fuckboy—“ he starts raging, not caring what words come out of his mouth until its to late and he sees the pure rage in your eyes.

“Dumb?!” You snap climbing off his lap and taking a step back from him. While you may seem soft and sweet like a cute little yapper there was a dark very vicious side to you that it seemed he could only trigger and once it was out it was like two fires colliding to see who could burn the most.

“When did you even have the time to meet this fucking idiot” he scowls hating Satoru and maybe he shouldve told you about their rivalry and that he actually knew the man but that would require good communication skills which is obviously something a man whos been crushing on you for nearly a year lacks.

“Maybe if you didnt spend so much time being a grumpy scowling asshole youd make friends too” you snap at him and he nearly has to bite his tongue he didnt give a fuck about friends when he had two annoying brothers, a pain in the ass Toji, Uraume and most importantly you.

“Who needs ‘em when i have you to pester me all fucking day” he snaps and he really didnt mean it so before he can say anything else he turns around to walk away only for you to keep going. You knew he never meant it when he said stuff like that it was part of your banter but this time you were furious and how dare he turn his back on you.

“And now you wont have to worry about me ever again” you snap shoving him on your way out making sure to slam the white door as hard as you could.

“Dont slam my fucking door” you hear his deep voice boom through the walls. So rightfully so you storm back to open it and slam it even harder. You hear “fucking brat” but refuse to not give him the satisfaction because realistically what the fuck was he going to do.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing at the shop so late?” Yuji ask making Choso, Yuki and Toji look at you along with Maki who cuts the tattoo gun off pausing on her client.

“You being here this late only means one thing: you got a shipment of new tattoo ink or you and your little pink haired boyfriend are arguing…” she smirks, turning the gun back on. “And unless the mail started delivering on sundays id say the later”

“Its not my fault hes such an ass… and hes not my boyfriend” you cross your arms sitting at your station tinkering with all of the trinkets on your desk until you spot a 2x4 cutout of you and Sukuna from a photobooth you found at the movie theatres. Yanking it from its place on the mirror you lay it picture side down ignoring the little scribbles on the back.

So frustrated you tell them about the argument as theatrically as possible expecting for them to be on your side because he was wrong… as usual whenever you two argued which isnt often until recently but when you only receive snickers and hidden looks it only pushes you further into frustration.

“What is so funny, Maki?” You scowl at her crossing your arms over your chest before Choso burst out laughing.

“You two are so stupidly obsessed with another its comical, just last week you were calling him a slut for a woman texting him about a tattoo” she cackles taking her glasses off because her eyes were watering from laughing so hard.

“She sent him a nude that he kept looking at, which was gross by the way” you stick your nose in the hair and brush your hair off your shoulder.

“She was sending him a picture of her leg” Yuji intercepts being an actual witness to the picture and argument.

“Yeah and you could see her underwear, very unprofessional if you ask me. I just think if you are a shop owner you should have a bit more professionalism and not allow stuff like that” you shrug licking your gloss covered lips.

“Sukuna… professional? Youre on a roll tonight doll” Toji laughs at you this time spraying his station down with cleaning spray signifying he was done for the day and throwing everything into a big drawer as the rest of your coworkers laugh at the comment.

“You guys are actually the worst and to think i was telling him he should be nicer to you guys” you pout looking at the picture turned flat on your desk.

“I'm going to just say what nobody else is saying— that moron fucking likes you. Its kinda cute the way hes been pinning over you for the last few months” Yuki blurts twirling her blonde hair around her finger from Chosos lap who hisses her name.

“Dont get involved ive been in the middle of their fights, not worth it” he tells her and Yuji just agrees. Maki nor Toji cared enough to get involved preffering to just be bystanders, sometimes the cousins even made bets on who would win.

A solid two weeks goes by before Yuki intervenes. Two weeks of glares, blatantly ignoring another and even bumping shoulder because truth be told you two couldnt go to long without touching another.

Yuki listened as you called him everything but a child of God including a slut, whore, whoremonger and 7 other curse words she wasnt even sure people with a degrading kink would enjoy being called as the two of you watch him tattoo a woman who had obviously been flirting with him the whole time.

Yuki nearly looses it when its thursday— your day of the week to control the aux so of course everyone is expecting to hear megan the stallion which you don’t disappoint especially playing her newest album. But its when BAS plays that you and sukuna may eye contact before you look away going back to unpacking your ink not missing a single word.

“Im acting like i dont know him in public you treat him like a prize i treat him like hes disgusting” you rap a bit to loudly and the tension gets high in the parlor everyones eyes floating over to him but hes already glaring at you, you feel his glare but choose to ignore him so he does the only thing he knows he can.

“Turn this shit off” he snaps getting up walking over to the power source but is stopped when you finally speak.

“If its not your day on the aux you cant touch it— your rules” you remind him not even flinching or missing a beat he stops looking over at you the first time youve said something to him in weeks your pink curls in a half up half down with two strands framing your face his favorite hair style on you and its like you were doing it on purpose.

“We aint together but we together i hope nobody dont catch us” you keep going a second later this time your eyes meeting his through the mirror and he almost looses his cool when truth be told when it concerned you didnt take much. All eyes are back on him to see what his next plan of action is knowing hes not going to let you get away with it.

“New rule Megan is banned on thursdays” he smirks watching the way everyone turns back to you bracing for the argument to break out. But thats what he wanted… he was a menace and you knew better. You just unlock your phone with a grin turning on a worse song.

Aint shit by Doja cat and you watch the way his ears burn red with anger as you sing along. He wanted to burn everything down. You couldn't play anything if there wasn't somewhere to play it. But this wasnt a game he wanted to play with you… he didnt even wanna argue with you. He just didnt want you to talk to that white haired freak.

So with a few more hours of listening to your “indirect” shit talking songs somehow all of you survived the end of the night with nobody dying Sukuna ended up leaving early to go meet with Uraume.

So it’s no shock when you run into Uraume at the entrance of your apartment who sends you a kind smile.

“Hello” they speak politely, bowing at you slightly and sending Yuki a look. Yuki wasn't their favorite person and vice versa but they managed… somehow.

“How are you, it's been too long” you smile, hugging them squeezing in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable as you usually did it being your running joke since Uraume acted so professional all the time. Unaware of the way Yuki snaps a picture and posts it on insta making sure to tag you in it with a small red heart and heart eyes opting out of tagging Uraume for obvious reasons with no idea of the storm that was beginning to brew.

You sigh tilting your head as your black gently used paintbrush glides across the canvas. You weren't supposed to be thinking of him. Weren't supposed to let him live rent free in your mind you were here taking this class with your friends trying to be more in touch with your softer feminine side with a half up half down hair style a black bow tying your now maroon dyed body wave bundles together with a pink crop top and white mini skirt.

Trying to get over your feelings, you were passed the anger now just kinda sad this was the longest you had gone without talking to the bane of your existance.

Ryomen sukuna.

So why were you painting a throne on a pile of skulls and bones while the paint instructor had a field of assorted flowers and a beautiful sky. Before you can dwell on it your phone rings and you roll your eyes at the contact.

“What Choso” you spit into the phone and not that you hated him it's just that every time he called it was for something stupid… every time and this time was no different.

“Fine, im sending you my location now. Besides i don't think this soft girl era class is working anyway” you admit after hearing his request noticing Maki was painting a sword with a gun at the hilt and Nobara was painting a self portrait with a flower in her hair.

“And you want me to believe I’m supposed to just go look him in his eyes and say “No Ryo you're not like this” and he's going to stop destroying everything in his path?” You ask boredly twisting a burgundy colored curl around your finger leaning back in the car seat watching the dark haired man next to you run a hand over his tired baggy eyes. He winces, sending you a quick glance leaning further into his leather car seats. He originally told you he needed to have a talk about Yuki but once you got in the car and saw Yuji you knew it was about Sukuna.

“We have to try something… Y/n… I know it's been 2 months but he's getting worse. Hes not just picking fights anymore he's beating the shit out of people, he's destroying bars and clubs getting us banned and i've bailed him out so many times i'm actually nervous he's going to start putting a dent in my bank account” Choso exclaims pulling up to the bar and you can hear the commotion from the car.

There's a part of you that enjoys knowing hes spiraling without you. The fact that hes now a complete crash out and is so horrendously down bad for you it nearly makes your heart flutter. But you push that sick flattery down looking at yourself in the side mirror before applying more of your nyx butter gloss on your plump lips.

“If you don't do it for him can you do it for me…please.”Yuji, sukunas younger brother asks, leaning forward from the back seat tall body squishing inbetween the seats of you and Choso. His puppy dog eyes and innocent demeanor are overwhelming… how could you say no. Sighing you look over at Choso with your most vicious glare lash extensions giving you a softer look though and made you look more like a vixen than a murderer.

“You're lucky he's too young to be a witness or accessory in your murder” you threaten before swinging your door open and climbing out. The bar doors feel heavy as you push it open and you feel disgusted even being here. It was where criminals hung out, where people sold drugs beyond just weed and a place nobody called the cops no matter what happened. You were a lady and had no reason being here.

But when you’re eyes land on him it’s like everything comes rushing back. How you met, where you met your first kiss first gift first fight and the last.

Was it shitty to stop coming to the shop whenever you knew he’d be there? Sure but you knew you weren't strong enough to do it with him around. All it would take is his eyes going soft on you and you'd fold.

It’s like he senses your energy, of course he could. He could spot you in a dark room he paused so much attention to you that he knew you anywhere. His eyes light up for just a second. There's a split moment of happiness before the rage returns 10 fold and he destroys everything in his path to you.

“I dont need you following me or doing anything out of pity” he gives you a bored expression before turning back to his messes he created with a proud look.

Scoffing, you look over towards Choso eyes catching a glimpse of the bar and actually looking at it this time. Bar stools were broken and destroyed, the pool table in half and bodies everywhere. The bartender wasnt even behind the bar. He nearly burned it down destroyed… everything. Its like he tore the bar down in search of something and began throwing a tantrum beating everyone senseless when he couldnt find it.

Turning completely away from sukuna you send a “are you serious look” toward his brother before stepping over the large body of a man, the heel of your shoe getting stuck for a second in the sticky blood. This was beyond your scope, absolutely nothing you could do. He was too far gone.

“Where are you going?” His voice hitting such a soft timbre makes you freeze along with Yuji but Choso has a knowing look. Like he knew all it took was for you two to see another again he no longer feels bad about tricking you saying he wanted to hangout just to get you here.

Sukuna instantly realizes how he sounds and scrambles to let out his rough demeanor.

“How dare you turn your back on me, woman” he seethes and you hated when he called you that it sounded so derogatory. But it reveals something to the other two in the room: all the rough words and acts of aggression was just him being hurt… who would've thought the great sukuna would be hurting and acting out like this all because he missed you.

He felt abandoned.

Turning back to him you look him directly in his eyes watching the internal battle, you can't even help your eyes trail over all the new muscles and ink on his body… he was the one shirtless in here.

“Dude you're standing in a pile of bodies people you picked fights with. I don't want to bail you out anymore” Choso says, frustrated with his brother who just glares at him unimpressed.

“So leave me i told you i don't need your money just leave me” he gritts out running a hand through his hair.

“And yuji?” His brother ask

“Yuji will be fine— people leave” sukuna speaks making sure to put emphasis on people leave while looking at you. He didn't get to do that, he didn't get to put you in this situation.

“We’re leaving” you say looking at the door but nobody moves, especially Sukuna who turns his head away from you and it’s like you could feel the heat of the room increasing.

“I said WE’RE leaving” and you pick up his motorcycle helmet and jacket shoving it into his chest and turning to walk out not leaving room for him to disagree. You smile when his heavy footsteps can be heard behind you and he makes sure to push the door open for you so you don't have to touch it.

As much of an ass as he is, he still makes sure to help you on his bike even offering his jacket so you don't freeze or have to worry about your skirt raising up as well as his helmet that still had the stupid Kuromi sticker you put on it months ago.

When he climbs on turning on the bike the engine roaring to life you hesitate wrapping your arms around his midsection which he scoffs at though you miss it over the load roar that has you clinging tighter onto him.

He smirks looking back at you before the two of you are flying down The streets of shibuya his frustration mild as all he can think of is your with the skirt on. He was too good of a driver to let you fall but he still had concern and fuck the way you’re legs looked and when did you dye your hair and—

He slows down pulling in to the garage of your building pulling into his usual parking spot that was spray painted with fire and skulls before cutting the engine. The walk to your apartment is silent. He doesn't know what to say and the last time he said something to you it was the wrong thing. He was starting to fume hating that you had this power over him, hating that he couldn’t just open his fucking mouth and talk swearing that in a past life he must’ve had several that wouldn’t stop moving so now he’s cursed with one that can’t move.

“Thanks for walking me to my door” you awkwardly say twirling the helmet in your hands before giving it back to him, a Kuromi sticker a stark contrast to the deep blood red. He licks his lips, feeling the way you look at him and suddenly feeling so small under your gaze.

“You should probably stop picking fights with people” you finally offer breaking the silence and hes instantly folds.

“I didn’t want to argue with you! I just think you can do better than that fucking cocky ass loser. I can’t believe you still went out with him” he rolls his eyes.

“I meant at bars” you tell him watching the way he gives you a blank stare to arrogant himself to acknowledge his own wrongs.

“And i didn’t go out with him” you add watching him scoff pulling out his phone and holding it up to you. The picture of you hugging Uraume only you can’t tell it’s them just you hugging a man with bright white hair screenshotted from Yuki's instagram.

“D’you think im a fucking idiot?!” He snaps, nearly crushing the phone in his hand which only causes you to laugh as you walk into your apartment kicking off your heels at the door. He follows only because he wants a explanation you were blatantly laughing in his face after being caught in a lie why the fuck was it so funny.

“Is that why your hair is red now? And you started wearing more makeup? And dressing more girly? And stopped coming to the shop as much” alright this was word vomit because what was he saying and what the fuck was he doing? He doesn't waste time with feelings such as these? Doesn’t care about insolent feelings like l—

“You’re an idiot if you don’t realize that’s your own fucking lap dog— its Uraume. They were outside and we were catching up i guess Yuki snapped the picture cause she thought it was cute” you giggle with a hand over your mouth watching as realization sets in.

“And my hair is maroon not red like the color of your eyes but obviously you hate it and my outfit and obviously you hate me because you went two months without talking to me and—“ your dramatically faint in his arms watching the way he smirks down at you when you peak an eye open missing the way it felt being so close to him and how quick his arms wrap around your midsection to stop you from falling. In a split second your cheek is being cupped in his large palm and his lips are on yours.

You aren’t expecting it arent expecting the softness of the action or his lips making your whole body freeze and eyes shut.

Oh.

OH.

FUCK!

He couldn’t help himself honestly his brain moved faster than his body he hasn’t even processed what he did and now he has to find a new tattoo artist, explain to everyone why you won’t be working there any more find a new tiny woman to annoy him and a cliff to throw himself off of—

“I knew this lip gloss made my lips kissable” and he’s back looking down at you with a bewildered expression watching the way you smile up at him still in his arms a slight dazed look to your eye and he swears he can see the little hearts in your pupils.

“I do hate you” he hisses with a smile pulling your lips back to his and this time you kiss back your hand reaching up to tug him closer making sure he knew exactly how you felt, letting your teeth graze his bottom lip pulling a small growl from him.

“Yeah. I like you too”

#sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna x black reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk x black!reader

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traumatizedpomelo · 2 days ago

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kid choso + yuji

they're walking to yuji's first day at school! (this will end in tears when yuji realizes that choso is not, in fact, in kindergarten, and will in fact be in a different year group) (it's okay though he's gonna meet this grumpy boy with spiky black hair and this bossy girl with short brown hair)

just a little drawing to tide yall over while i finish finals...and that stsg comic i promised

(please like it i spent like twenty minutes trying to figure out how to draw baby yuji's face 😭)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #jjk au #jjk art #jjk choso #yuji itadori #itadori #jjk yuji #choso #fushiguro #megumi #nobara #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #jjk nobara

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chrollosbm · 1 year ago

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Four

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

art cr: einruji__ on x

previous chapters

pls support me on ao3, it would mean the world to me

You only heard from Choso twice since you bumped into him at the cafe. Once last night to confirm your date, and once a few hours ago to get your address.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were incredibly excited to go on this date. Not just because you had never been to a carnival before, but also because you were going on with Choso. The mysterious, sexy, and as you just found out, bossy man from the club. There was something about him that intrigued you, and it wasn’t just the way he looked. The way he carried himself in such high regard, his cockiness, and his dominating aura were all just so sexy. You weren’t the type to ever listen to anyone, let alone a man, but if his commanding spirit wanted to control you, you would have zero problems with it. You felt possessed, as if someone different had come into your body and was making you want to obey this man.

Ever since his surprise appearance at your favorite coffee shop, you had been thinking about how bad you felt for basically ghosting Choso. You didn’t go out of your way to contact him after that night at the club, too focused on healing your heartbreak to care. It sounds bad, but it was the truth. You spent about another week, sulking, crying, screaming even. At some point during that week while you were waiting on a text from Suguru that never came, you mustered the courage to block his number and all of his social media. Tears dropped onto your phone nonstop as you did so, but you did it. You also promised yourself you wouldn’t reach out to him this time, knowing that no good would come from it and so far, you were keeping your promise.

You were so damn proud of yourself.

The next couple weeks you were flipping from crying yourself to sleep every night and having extreme anger outbursts. Said outbursts included screaming yourself raw into a pillow, burning photos of you and Suguru, and calling Andrea on a rampage (in which she spent thirty minutes trying to calm you down.) You were doing this healing thing pretty well, and although a few weeks before the thought of even speaking to a man repulsed you, Choso was slowly becoming the only exception to that rule.

It was currently six pm and you decided it was time to get ready. You had gotten back home from work about thirty minutes ago and were too excited to just sit still and wait for eight o'clock to come, so you decided to give yourself some extra time to get ready for your date with Choso.

After a quick shower that involved exfoliating and shaving everywhere (it was only the first date, but you never know,) you moisturized your body, and put on a silk robe to get ready. It was kind of chilly tonight, so you could wear a little more face makeup today. You didn’t go too heavy, but it looked like you actually tried. Your hair was still in knotless braids, which you decided to keep down, letting it cascade down your back.

For your outfit, you were having trouble deciding between your abundance of sweaters and sweatshirts, but you ended up choosing a slightly oversized maroon sweater that complimented your skintone the best. You paired it with bootcut dark wash jeans, then decided to finish the outfit off with a pair of black Doc Martens. You put on a small gold necklace and gold hoop earrings to match.

You gave yourself one final satisfied look in the mirror when you heard a knock on your front door. You checked the time and saw that it was 8 pm on the dot. Well, he’s very punctual, it seems.

You walked down the stairs, shoes in hand, trying to calm your breathing and the rapid beat of your heart. You were starting to feel guilty with how thrilled you were to go on a date with another man so soon. You felt ashamed considering it took you only just about a month to feel comfortable enough to start seeing someone again. Then again, your ex was seeing other people almost the entirety of your relationship, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, right?

You opened the door and were very pleased at the sight. Choso was standing on your doorstep with yellow sunflowers in his hands, and a small smile playing on his lips, his birthmark dancing with the subtle movements of his face. You took in his appearance and sucked in a breath, astonished at the sight before you. He had on an oversized black sweatshirt, dark wash jeans, and black Doc Martens to match yours. His hair was in his signature buns, this time a little neater though, his small bangs still on display. There was a silver chain that was barely visible underneath his sweatshirt, and he was wearing an expensive watch with his usual diamond earrings in his ears. His dark eyes were on you, waiting, so dark that they were almost haunting.

He was fucking beautiful.

“You got me flowers.” You finally let out, surprise in your voice. It was rare that you ever received flowers, let alone bought them for yourself. You liked them, but nobody nor yourself had ever gotten them in the past, considering you’d dated pretty shitty guys and you never went out of your way to get yourself any. The thought just never crossed your mind.

The smile remained on his face as he responded. “I got you flowers.” He stated back at you in confirmation. “And in your favorite color.” His eyes had a mischievous glint in them and you rolled your eyes.

“I guess you figured it out.” You grabbed the flowers from his hands gratefully, and stepped to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. He stepped inside with your permission and began to look around your apartment, an unreadable look in his eyes. You gave the flowers a small smell and smiled, looking back up at him.

“They’re beautiful, Choso. Thank you.” You said genuinely. They truly were beautiful, they seemed like they just bloomed today, so fragrant and delicate. “I’m going to put these in a vase really quick, then we can go, okay?” You asked and he gave you a small nod, still looking around in your apartment, making you nervous.

You hadn’t had many people inside your place: only Andrea, Suguru, and your siblings. It made you anxious knowing he was now in your personal space, getting a glimpse at who you really were. Your apartment was nothing crazy, small and cozy, consisting only of one bedroom and bathroom, a living room, and a tiny kitchen. The walls were a plain cream color, but it was decorated with photos of your friends and family (which consisted of only you and your sisters,) yellow paintings you had bought at a few local markets (a few which were actually sunflowers, weirdly enough,) and random trinkets you had gotten from traveling. Your place was clean and smelled like your favorite scented candle, so you weren't afraid he would think you lived in a pig’s sty, but it was still nerve-wracking to have his presence in your apartment.

You quickly walked into your kitchen and scrambled to find a vase that you knew had to be in one of your kitchen cabinets, somewhere. When you finally found one, you placed the flowers in, and filled it with water with a nervous tap of your foot, Choso’s silence in the other room making you want to leave your apartment as soon as possible. You had nothing to hide, but who knows? You could’ve left a vibrator sitting out on your living room table and he could be sat there in horror, ready to run for the hills (doubtful, but your mind was convincing you of every worst case scenario.)

The vase that seemed to be taking ages to fill with water finally reached the top and you walked to the living room with vigor to find Choso staring at the collage of photos you had on one of your walls. You mentally sighed in relief and placed the flowers down on the wooden end table next to your couch (with no vibrator in sight.) You stepped next to him and noticed him staring at the photo of you and your sisters a few years back, standing in front of the three of yours first home together. Your older sister had the keys to said home in her hand, as young as eighteen years old, with a huge smile on her face. Your younger sister was grinning just as wide and clinging onto an obviously annoyed you in the photo, with a scowl on your face. The picture showcased your differing personalities almost perfectly and it was your favorite photo of the three of you together.

“Are these your siblings?” He asked, still looking at the photos. He was pointing to said photo. “You guys look alike.”

You and your siblings were put into foster care when you were only fourteen years old, with your sisters being twelve and sixteen. You were all dealt a horrible hand in life, with both of your parents being addicts. You and your sisters had been basically fending for yourselves for years, going to food banks to get food, and sometimes having to shoplift for basic necessities. Everything hit a turning point when a neighbor called Child Protective Services on your parents, realizing you and your younger sister had been home alone almost everyday for a month while your older sister was out, working shitty part time jobs, on top of going to school, to provide groceries for her younger siblings. Your parents went on long drug benders often, not caring even a little if their children had food, water, or even electricity. When you were put into foster care, you all remained there for two years, with your older sister gaining sole custody of you and your younger sister quickly, due to her hard work. She ran her own traveling hair business and continued working her part time jobs from the moment you were all put into foster care, knowing she had to provide for herself and two younger children.

Her hair business grew with the help of social media, and the day she turned eighteen, she had enough funds to apply for places to live, all while filing for custody at the same time. Everything seemed to fall into place soon after that, with the three of you being able to have your own space, shortly after she was approved. It was a great change, since you all had been moving from one foster home to the other, way too often. Thankfully, you were all able to stay together in said foster homes, as the three of you fought to stay together each time.

Because your sister’s hair business grew, she was soon able to get her own shop. This also meant longer hours and more clients. A result of that meant you had to take care of your younger sister by yourself most of the time. She was old enough at the time to know how to take care of her basic needs, being fourteen years old, but you still had to be there to make her meals, help her with her homework, and drive her places she needed to be. This, sadly, prevented you from having a normal teenage life (if that were even possible, given the start.) It was okay though, all you wanted to do was make sure your younger sister was provided with a better childhood than when the three of you were living with two addicts who sadly succumbed to the life of hard narcotics. Your parents never tried to find the three of you, at least to your knowledge, and while it did depress you at times, you felt better off without them.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a nod as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, that’s them.” You said softly, barely audible, still thinking about the shitty life you had to live when you were young. “It’s just the three of us. They’re my entire world.” You said, sincerity in your voice.

You felt him staring a hole into the side of your head and heard him give a small “Hm.” You turned your head to him, eyes connecting with his, a glint of sadness in his eyes, although his face remained straight.

You noticed his change in expression and raised an eyebrow. “Hm,’ what?” You questioned.

“Nothing really.” He tilted his head, another unreadable expression in his eyes. “I’m pretty close with my brothers, as well.” His lips twitched, a smile almost forming, dark orbs still having a tint of gloom in them.

“Really?” You asked, surprised. You weren’t sure why, but he didn’t seem to be the family oriented type (then again, you knew close to nothing about him.) “How many do you have?”

“I’m the oldest of four.” He answered. “It’s just the four of us as well, our parents left us when I was barely eighteen. Pretty much ghosted us.” His smile disappeared and you noticed his face began to harden slightly, his jaw clenching.

You were shocked. Who would’ve thought the two of you would’ve had that in common? To you, Choso was the sexy, quiet guy from the club, a mystery waiting to be solved. It felt weird to actually learn things about him, to understand how much depth he actually has. It was a tragedy that the both of you were abandoned by your parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourselves when you were supposed to be having a normal childhood. Choso was the oldest though, and you could only imagine what that must’ve been like for him. You watched your older sister work her ass off to provide for two children, so you can’t imagine what Choso had to do to provide for three.

It was your turn to give Choso a “hm,” as a response, and his face softened as he looked down at you. “You don’t get to ‘hm’ me. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He had a smirk on his face now, and his pools of darkness were staring deeply into your eyes, seeming to hypnotize you to answer him, which you did with no problem.

You cleared your throat and your eyes remained on his, trying to act unphased by his intimidating presence. “Nothing really.” You mocked his previous answer and he rolled his eyes before you continued with a sad smile. “We just seem to have more in common than I thought.”

His car smelled like him: fresh laundry and a type of men’s cologne that you seemed to not get enough of. His vehicle was extremely clean on the inside, as well as the outside, and you were afraid your shoes would dirty up the carpet covered floor, even though you knew they were clean. It was a newer car, seeming to be extremely high tech and spacious. Before he pulled off, he turned on your seat warmer and had the passenger side of the car’s heat set to the perfect temperature, wanting to make sure you felt toasty before the two of you went on your journey. You didn’t fail to notice this and smiled to yourself, happy at the amount of attentiveness he was showing towards making sure you felt comfortable.

The car ride to the carnival was filled with a comfortable silence as The Weeknd played in the background, and you were pleasantly surprised by his taste in music. You didn’t think he would have bad taste per say, but it seemed like he took every song from your playlist and decided to play on the ride there. Your music tastes were very similar and you found yourself giving him the occasional, “I love this song!” With a bop of your head, in which he would respond with a lingering look at you, a closed lip smile on his face.

The two of you pulled up to the very busy carnival and managed to find a parking space close to the entrance. You were granted with the sight of flickering lights, the smell of fried food, and the loud sounds of rides, screams of joy, and games. You felt like a kid again, this time being able to experience true childhood. You had to hold in a squeal as you looked out the passenger seat window, the lights reflecting too many different colors in your eyes and felt Choso park the car.

You turned to him with childish glee in your eyes and a wide grin covering your face. “I’m so excited!” You exclaimed, no longer being able to hold your exhilaration. “I’ve never been to a carnival.” You said, truth in your words. Your parents barely provided funds for food, there was no way they would ever give you any money to have fun. As you got older, the thought of going to a fair never really crossed your mind, and it's not like Suguru was ever interested in activities like this.

Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Never been to the carnival?” He repeated your words as a question and you shook your head, excitement still on your features. He looked at you with sadness covering his face, which he quickly fixed, thinking you wouldn’t notice. “Well, my precious sunflower, I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life tonight, okay?” He said sweetly, his features softening, an adoring look in his eyes.

Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, unable to form words at his sudden mushiness and the nickname he had just called you. Sunflower? Cute. Different.

You watched as he stepped out of the car and waited for him to open your door patiently, just as he did before the two of you left your apartment. He opened it shortly after and extended his hand to help you get out, in which you obliged. His large and surprisingly soft hand enveloped over your much smaller one, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Before you could think, Choso was walking you towards the fair’s ticket booth, hand still in his. Goosebumps were all over your body at this point, as you prepared to let him lead the night.

Choso paid for a wristband for the two of you to ride unlimited fair rides and play as many games as your heart desired.

As the man at the ticket booth was putting the purple wristband on your arm, Choso let go of your hand and you had to hide your disappointment, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

As he finished, Choso suddenly had a big smile on his face, resembling yours from earlier. It was pretty scary, not because his grin was ugly, but because you had never seen an expression of such joy on his face before. His dark eyes were lit up by the differing colored lights and it looked like fireworks were going off in them.

“I have to admit…I invited you to the fair for a bit of a selfish reason.” He looked down at you, tilting his head with a look of mischief on his face.

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to understand what he meant. “Huh?” You asked confused.

“I love games. It’s my biggest strength and I wanted to show off for you tonight.” He explained, still smiling and let out a small chuckle, with a shrug. “Now that I know this is your first time at the carnival, I’m going to win every single game here for you tonight.” He promised with a determined look in his eye and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Choso…” You stared up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’re a fucking nerd.” You continued and started laughing the minute his eyes narrowed at you.

He rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish laughing at your own joke. “You say that now…” He folded his arms across his chest, biceps still flexing through his sweatshirt. You didn’t miss said flexing and he gave a small smirk when he noticed you checking him out. “but you’re gonna’ be going home with enough stuffed animals to fill a room tonight. Just watch.” He then placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the first game he planned to win, and you tried to not sweat as his warm touch through your sweatshirt was making you hot all over.

So, Choso wasn’t lying. He was winning every single fucking game at the fair.

It started with the ring toss. Yeah, it was pretty impressive the way he was able to make the first three rings on the same colors with no problem. Your rings landed, but on completely different colors. That scored you a big fat zero and Choso a small teddy bear that you gladly accepted, although you were shocked at how easily he won the game. It was like he didn’t even try.

After that, it was skeeball. You weren’t too bad at this either, but Choso dusted you once again, winning yet another stuffed animal, this time bigger because of his high score. Again, you gladly accepted the prize, but he insisted on carrying it this time. Again, you were surprised at the way he continued to be victorious with no effort at all. You started to wonder if he spent all his free time just playing games all day. Not that that would be bad, it would just be a little astounding. Choso, dark, mysterious, and intimidating, in his house, playing all day. It was funny to imagine.

The two of you played more games, in which you continued to be mediocre at, but he was a pro at them. He was telling the truth about being a professional game player, he was breezing through everything like it was first grade math.

At some point, the two of you had to place the prizes he won in his car, with him being unable to carry all of them at once, refusing to let you help him even though you practically begged him to let you assist him. You returned to the fair quickly after, Choso obviously excited to continue showing you his skills. He was so fucking adorable.

The two of you were currently playing darts and balloons and you were absolutely horrible at this, the darts not even landing on the board. They were somehow downwards sloping to the ground every time and you noticed Choso trying to stifle a snicker.

“Let’s see you give it a try!” You pretty much shouted at him and folded your arms at him, waiting for him to make his move, with a sarcastic tap of your foot. You knew he would show you out, but you still had some hope he would be horrible at this too.

He laughed at your sore-loser behavior and picked up the three darts. “Watch and learn, pretty girl.” He gave you a smirk, playfulness in his deep voice, which caused you to stick your tongue out at him, playfully, trying to ignore the pitter patter of your heart at the compliment. He then turned his head towards the board, shortly throwing the first dart towards the board.

Pop.

“That’s one.” He said, still staring at the board with complete seriousness on his face, aiming his next dart. Your eyes narrowed, and you waited for him to continue, annoyed at your deduction being incorrect.

Pop.

“Balloon number two.” He was smirking this time and you scoffed at him, unbelievably. Cocky bastard.

Pop.

“And that’s three…” He dragged out his words and turned towards you slowly, with an “I told you so,” look on his face. You sucked your teeth at his response, eyes still narrowed.

“You cheated!” You accused him and he let out a booming laugh, eyes squinting in the process.

“You can’t cheat at this game!” He exclaimed at you, defending himself while still laughing. “It’s about skill. I did tell you I was damn good.” He was smiling down at you now, cheerfulness in his globes of darkness, as you folded your arms with a playful pout on your face.

“Whatever,” you said to him, faking annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to let me win, anyways? That’s the chivalrous thing to do!” He gave you an adoring look in response, coming closer to you. Your heart started to boom in your chest, quickly and skipping beats.

“It would be pretty impossible for you to beat me considering you scored absolutely zero points.” His large arms wrapped around your waist and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He was so close to you and he smelled so good, like laundry detergent and that cologne you couldn’t get enough of. You wanted to ask what he used just so you could buy it for yourself and spray it on yourself, wanting to be reminded of Choso.

You scoffed in disbelief, trying to cover up how flustered you actually were. “You are so damn cocky!” You pointed your finger in his chest playfully, looking up at him, neck hurting because of the height difference.

“I have good reason to be.” He responded, with a twitch of his lip. Your eyes widened at his insinuation and he laughed again.

“You are so expressive, you know that?” He pulled you closer and tilted his head down at you, his fingers caressing your lower back. “It’s adorable. Adds to your charm.”

Your cheeks warmed at that. Charm? You weren’t very charming, you were actually a mess. Clumsy, loud, blunt, rude. Not charming.

“Now, let me help you.” He snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he placed his hands on your hips roughly, and turned you so you were facing the darts and balloons stand again. You gasped softly at his grip, somehow feeling crazy turned on by the sensation. Your back was against his hard chest and your ass was touching his groin. You knew your panties were moistening from this simple interaction, and your stomach was in knots as he leaned down to get close to your face from behind.

“It’s all about aim and force.” He said softly, close to your ear, giving you goosebumps and a small shiver. He kept one arm on your waist and grabbed a dart with the other, soon placing it in your hand and enveloping his large one on top of yours. His fingers softly made it so your hand was in a pinching motion and aimed for the target. “Your aim could be great, but it won’t matter if you’re throwing with no strength. Got it?” He said reassuringly and you simply nodded, unable to speak.

“Alright then.” He said approvingly and you felt him nod curtly, still holding on to you tightly, making you feel both on edge and motivated at the same time. “Now throw it.” he commanded, with a force, and you obeyed him quickly with no questions asked. How could you, with the way you knew he was watching you, intimidation in his aura. You squinted, trying to focus on the target, then threw the dart towards the board with might.

Pop.

You gasped as the dart hit the balloon, popping it forcibly. You clapped your hands in excitement, a huge smile on your face, pride swelling your heart.

His face was still close to yours and you felt his grip on you tighten every so slightly.

“Good girl.” He said softly, obvious seduction in his voice and your throat hitched at his sudden words of praise. At this point, you knew your underwear was a pool of your arousal. There was something about Choso's approval and praise that made you weak in the knees and you wanted so much more of it. Your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in your chest and you were afraid he could feel it against his chest from behind.

He gave your waist a small squeeze and the side of your forehead a small kiss before he moved away from you, making you pout. His warm presence was gone too quickly and the side of your forehead was burning, aching for his lips again. You turned your head to him and watched as he gave you a closed lip smile.

“Now, try it yourself.” He nodded at you with great encouragement in his eyes.

Again, like a robot waiting on its command, you followed his instructions with zero questions.

Pop.

You were actually jumping for joy now, unable to hide your excitement this time. You turned towards Choso, wanting his stamp of approval again, which he granted you with no problem. “Nice job, gorgeous.” He walked towards you, a smile on his lips and a fond look in his dark orbs. “I knew you could do it.” He finished sincerely. You cheesed back up at him, still giddy and bouncing like a true kid.

You ended up choosing a yellow, medium sized stuffed panda, which you insisted on calling “Choso Junior.” Choso didn’t mind, of course, finding it funny. You kept talking about it like a real human being, referring to it as “he” and “Choso Junior” instead of “it.”

“You wanna know why he’s called Choso Junior?” You looked up at Choso, still smiling as the two of you were currently walking towards a cotton candy stand. You briefly mentioned you hadn’t had cotton candy since you were as young as five, so Choso, of course, dragged you to the nearest food stall that sold said treat.

“Actually, yes.” He responded, and looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. “I’m all for this being our first child together, but why is it named after me? The bear is your favorite color after all. It should be named after you.” The two of you reached your destination, a small line ahead of you.

You squinted your eyes at him. “First of all, he. Not it.” You commented on his refusal to treat your new son as a human being. He playfully rolled his eyes in response and waited for you to continue.

“You’re right. He is my favorite color, but he looks more like you.” You explained and the confused look remained on the man before you. “His face is unamused and bored. And look! The dark patches around his eyes indicate how tired looking he is all the time. Just like his daddy.” You tilted your head up at him, a smirk on your face.

His eyebrows raised at you and he began to laugh softly at your commitment to the bit. “Great observation.” He stated as the line moved forward and placed his hand on your back again, guiding you closer to the front of the line. “I’m not unamused all the time, though. I’m very delighted when I’m around you.” He said it so casually, yet it set you on fire. Every little thing he said was getting a reaction out of you and you couldn’t tell if you hated it or not. It was like he knew exactly what to say, all the time.

The two of you reached the front of the line and he ordered for the both of you, pink for you and blue for him. He led you both to a bench nearby and you set Choso Junior down next to you, propped up, sitting up straight. You noticed the look of amusement Choso gave you and you shot him back a glance of playful annoyance, eyes squinting in the process.

Choso wrapped his free arm around your shoulder as the two of you were eating your cotton candy in silence, people watching.

You felt on top of the world. You were having the time of your life with Choso. You didn’t know you could have this much fun on a date. You were used to simple dinner daters, which were fine, but it was nice to do an activity with someone for a change. You were also surprised at how much fun Choso actually was. You didn’t think he was boring, but he gave off a vibe that he would be “too cool” to do something as child-like as going to the fair and playing endless games with you. Yeah, he wanted to show off playing said games, but you were also enjoying yourself. On top of it all, he kept his promise to you by winning enough stuffed animals to fill a room. You seriously didn’t know where you were going to put them all.

You suddenly felt his intense gaze on you and your assumption was correct as you looked up at him, being faced with his usual serious expression, this time with a look you couldn’t read in his eyes. He was pale in the bright moonlight, his clear, flawless skin glowing. The small pieces that fell from his buns were blowing in the light breeze of the wind and his rich, dark brown, almost black eyes were soft on yours. He was so fucking beautiful.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He stated seriously, emphasis in his words, seeming to read your thoughts. Your cheeks warmed and you gave him a stunned look at his confession. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like they were going to burn off.

Before you could respond, he leaned down and placed his lips on yours, softly and carefully. All the noise of the carnival seemed to fade away slowly, and all you could focus on was Choso’s soft pillows on yours. You were shocked at his sudden kiss, but quickly responded by moving your lips on his full, plush like ones in an unhurried way. You placed a manicured hand on his chest softly, wanting to feel him in some way on your palms. He tasted like mint toothpaste and blue raspberry, the flavor of his cotton candy. His tongue caressed yours softly and the arm that rested behind you was now placed on your lower back, pushing you towards him closer. He pulled his lips away from you shortly after, though, which caused disappointment to cross your features.

He noticed and gave you a small smile. “I know.” He responded to your dismay, a frustrated look in his eyes as well. “We are in public, though.” He looked around, smugly and you suddenly remembered where you were and you placed your hands on your cheeks to sooth the heat that began to rise again and gave you a loud, exaggerated groan.

He chuckled softly at your reaction and placed his pink, now swollen lips on your forehead, giving it a small smooch. “As much as I want to engulf you whole, it’ll have to wait.” He smirked at you, knowing he was working you up.

You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him yet another overdramatic groan, covering your entire face this time, making him laugh again.

This was definitely the best date you had ever been on.

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2: 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: A journey through time and all the inevitable changes.

Chapter Warnings: Profanity and stupid ass M*hito, this is a long chapter!

WC: 7.4k

Choso Art By: NC9__

**While not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

Choso is so bossy.

It’s all you can think as you watch from your spot in the sand with the little pink haired toddler sleeping on you. Just up ahead, Choso gives orders to his brothers on how to build a sandcastle. It’s failed too many times for you to count by now, but Choso won’t take any advice no matter how hard you try. Just thinking about your earlier attempts makes you annoyed.

“I’m older than you, you know? You have to listen to me!” He stomps, pouting when you argued that his methods weren’t going to be successful.

“Only by a year!”

“Still! I’m twelve now and that’s practically a teenager so you have to listen.”

“Twelve, but you still act like a baby,” you mutter under your breath.

“What?” Choso narrows his eyes at you.

“Nothing, nothing,” you deny, smiling as the child crawls into your lap and lays down. He pops a yellow pacifier into his mouth and closes his eyes.

“Exactly!” Choso grumbles. “Just stay over there with Yuuji and don’t get in the water! Don’t wanna have to save you again.”

“That was like two years ago!”

He ignores you, marching over to his brothers to delegate tasks again.

You’ve known Choso and his brothers for two years now and you can confidently call them your best friends. You’ve got your own relationship with each, though you’re the closest to Choso. Eso and Kechizu are closest with each other, while Choso and you are usually always together. Yuuji is the youngest, almost 2 years old now. Choso tends to dote on him and Yuji loves it.

It’s very cute to watch Choso pinch his baby brother's cheeks, show him how to walk and try to teach him new things. It’s only you at home with your parents, so you’re almost envious of all the time he gets to spend with his siblings and how much love they share between each other.

You only get to see these four during the summers when your family comes down for your annual beach vacations. The Kamo family owns a home in the small beach town just as your family does. You’ve never met their parents, they’re so elusive and mysterious to you. But apparently your parents have spoken to their father who didn’t seem to mind if they spent the entire day and even slept overnight at your house, so your summers were always full of adventures together.

Mornings with a full table, a mess of pancakes and fruits and sausage and juice scattered across everyone’s plates. Your parents never complained about the boys. They always welcomed them when soft knocks rapped against your front door and they stood there, bags slung over Choso’s shoulders.

Your mother would set up the air mattresses and blankets downstairs for them and she’d even let you stay up late with them, though you spent a large majority of the time huddled between Eso and Kechizu while Choso told ghost stories, Yuji curled up asleep next to him.

When the younger brothers were asleep, you’d force Choso to walk you to your room upstairs because you were too afraid to go alone.

“You’re such a chicken,” Choso would tease, giggling in front of you as you clung to his shirt behind him.

“Am not, stupid! I just don’t wanna go back alone!” Your hands tremble as they grip onto Choso’s fabric.

“Because you’re scaredddd,” Choso sings quietly. Your parents' room is just up ahead and Choso is always respectful. He wouldn’t want to wake them and make them upset.

“Shh!” You shush him as you both pass your parents room. “Gosh, you’re really annoying.”Choso stops in his path, a small squeak escaping you when you abruptly bump into his back.

“Okay, since I’m so annoying, you can go to your room by yourself. Hope the scaaaaary, gooey monsterrrr doesn’t come to swallow you up!” He huffs, turning to stare down at you, and you hate so much that he seems to be growing taller and taller every time you see him. The glow from the moon beams through the hallway lights and casts a shadow over Choso’s face, making the tired bags under his eyes even darker and giving him a creepy, haunting appearance. His pigtails stand up like terrifying claws and you find yourself trembling.

Choso moves to step around you and you grab his arm with both hands, eyes wide as you shake your head frantically. “Okay! Okay, okay. I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for?”

“Sorryforcallingyouannoying,” the words fall from your lips quickly, so jumbled you’re sure Choso could hardly make it out. Usually he would make you say it “the right way”, but tonight, he seems to be taking pity on you, his eyes locked on where your hands hold his arm tightly. The light of the moon is bright enough for you to see a peculiar shade of pink spread from the tips of Choso’s ears all the way down to his cheeks and then he’s spinning on his heel, leaving you to scramble after him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, because his teasing usually lasted longer than that. Also…why was his face turning red?

“Yeah, I’m tired. Ready to go to bed, so hurry up,” he whispers harshly and you will yourself to move faster, clinging onto his shirt once again so you can keep up.

When you reach your room, you hurriedly turn on the lamp on your nightstand before turning back to Choso. He stands in your doorway, arms crossed as he watches you quietly. The pink on his cheeks has subsided, his pale skin now clear to see. He watches you climb into your bed and slip beneath your blanket, peeking out from underneath and Choso rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as monsters, you know?”

“I know. I’m just…” you sigh from beneath your covers. “What if they are real?” You whisper conspiratorially.

“They’re not.” You hear Choso shift, hear his feet shuffling closer and closer until the edge of your blanket lifts. His dark eyes stare into yours, that faint pink color back on his cheeks. “But if they were, I’d beat them up if they tried anything.”

You nod and Choso smiles, setting the blanket back down over you. You can’t see him anymore, but you can hear him leaving.

“Thank you, Choso,” you call out quietly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

And then he’s closing your bedroom door, the soft sound of his steps moving further and further down the hall lulling you to sleep. You’re thankful to have a friend like Choso, even if he is annoying and always teasing you until you’re on the verge of tears. He drives you crazy, but he looks out for you, he protects you.

The thought soothes you enough to let sleep carry you to your dreams.

And it’s always like this with you and Choso; your protector. He helps you climb the rocks on the cliffs when you, Kechizu and Eso go exploring. He moves the lizards out of the way when you scream out of fear. He makes sure to pack extra water in the heat not only for his brothers, but for you as well.

Days spent at the beach consist, of course, of you lounging beneath an umbrella, not allowed to go to the shoreline unless one of the brothers is with you. That’s Choso’s rule for you going to the beach with them. It’s for your own protection, according to him and you don’t argue. You sort of grow to like hanging out with Yuji and watching the other boys do stupid things like wrestle in the sand.

Besides, you never feel left out. Choso always includes you in one way or another; deciding what type of sandcastle they should build, choosing what they have for lunch, picking who won the wrestling match. He never lets you feel excluded.

The way your family cares for Choso and his family, Choso makes sure to care for you.

- - - - - -

You vividly remember the day the town’s new ice cream parlor, Panda’s, opened on the pier. Now fourteen, almost fifteen years old, you stand outside on the pier waiting in line with Choso and a young Yuji. It’s so hot. It’s almost unbearable the way your clothes stick to your body with sweat. The sun is beating down on everyone in line and you’re desperate to get into the cool air of the ice cream shop.

Your parents had given you and the boys money to get a sweet treat and to see the town’s newest attraction. You were to come right back with Yuji, your parents not wanting you out in this scorching weather, but not before your mother slathered Yuji in the strongest sunscreen she could get her hands on. Over the last couple years, your mother has become rather attached to the boys, but Yuji in particular. She absolutely spoils him.

Yuji’s hand grips yours tightly even through this searing heat, swinging your arms together as the line inches closer to the door. Peering up at you, Yuji calls your name.

“Can we get sprinkles, please?” He asks quietly, and you can’t help the grin on your face listening to Yuji talk. He’s still struggling to say his R’s. They sound like W’s and it’s adorable.

“Of course, Yuji! We can get sprinkles on your ice cream. Whatever you want.”

“Hey!” Choso pouts next to you both. “I’m your older brother, you should be asking me if we can get sprinkles.”

You roll your eyes at the grown baby next to you. Fifteen going on sixteen and Choso is as moody as ever these days. You’re surprised he actually agreed to go get ice cream with you. Lately, he’s been spending more time with some boys he met at the beach last summer who now vacation in town regularly. Suddenly he’s “too cool” to be seen with you or Yuji so you’ve never met his new friends. But they’re busy right now, so he’s tagging along with you and Yuji because Eso and Kechizu are away at summer camp at the moment. Of course they had to go together. Those two are practically attached at the hip.

“It’s not even that big of a deal, Choso,” you chide. “It was supposed to just be us anyway.”

Choso’s lip curls with irritation, a look that seems to be common from him lately. “I could always leave.” He threatens, motioning behind him with his thumb.

“Bye,” you tell him. Yuji waves to his brother next to you which only makes Choso pout. The line inches forward and you move along, tugging Yuji with you.

“Why’d you come anyway? You’re interrupting my time with Yuji.”

“I’m meeting my friends later and need to kill time. Didn’t wanna sit at home alone either.” He slips his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “Also figured Yuji would like to spend time with his big brother, not some random girl who’s always hanging around.”

“A random girl who’s been around since he was a baby,” you correct him. You kneel down to hug Yuji to you, pressing your cheek against his and pursing your lips in a cute pout. “And you’re just jealous because I’m his favorite out of everyone.”

Yuji grins widely, the gap of his missing front tooth visible for everyone to see and you hear a few passing tourists coo about how cute he is. You stand, smirking at Choso who shoots you a deadpan look, though his cheeks are slowly becoming redder by the second as he stares at you.

“See?” You stand as the line continues forward and now you, Choso and Yuji are next to go inside.

Choso turns away from you and Yuji, mumbling “whatever” under his breath. You giggle, sticking your tongue out at the back of Choso’s head knowing he can’t see it.

“Hi! Welcome to Panda’s!” A young girl calls out cheerily to you three. She motions for you all to enter and you all groan when you finally get some relief from the battering sun in the cool air of the shop. “The menu is just up front, but feel free to take a look at all the flavors and enjoy!”

You and Yuji stare wide eyed at all of the flavors. Really, how are you supposed to choose just one flavor when the flavors range from basic vanilla to cereal milk to pizza? Okay, you definitely weren’t going to be choosing the pizza flavor, but still! You take in the beautiful interior of the ice cream shop as Yuji and Choso continue to peruse the options.

It’s cute and simple, a pretty shade of turquoise blue walls, black and white checkered floor and some panda decor placed stylishly around. It’s definitely the most modern place on the pier, that’s for sure. And it’s exciting to have a new place to hang out that isn’t your house or the beach during the summer. You could see yourself spending a lot of time here, just hanging out, maybe drawing - a new interest of yours. You’re not particularly good at it, and no one knows you’ve picked up this new hobby, not even Choso. You want to keep this to yourself until you feel more confident with your work, but when you look out the french doors of Panda’s, the view of the beach, the vast expanse of the ocean, it makes you want to sit down in front of everyone right then and there put a pencil to paper. You want to record this memory forever. You could see this view everyday.

“I know what I want!” Yuji chirps behind you, grabbing your attention. He points to the birthday cake flavor and you order with the cashier. Yuji picks his toppings - sprinkles, gummy bears, cookie crumbles and chocolate chips. It looks like a tummy ache waiting to happen and you know Choso will be annoyed about it later, but he doesn’t argue. He lets Yuji get away with anything.

You spend most of your money on Yuji’s ice cream tower and a water bottle for yourself and Choso for the upcoming hot walk home and then head back out on the pier. The sun is still as unrelenting as it was when you were in line. Yuji happily eats his ice cream as you all take the familiar path back to your vacation home.

The town is busier than usual today. Families take leisurely strolls with their children, with their pets. They stop to snap pictures with the ocean as their landscape, rush to the small carnival that sits over the sea at the end of the pier, stop at the little local shops that line the pier. It’s exciting to see all the changes happening.

But you can’t help but feel a little sad. Soon, things won’t look the same as they used to. As you grow and change every year, returning a little bit different than the year before, so does the town. Even the people closest to you; Yuji, who’s taller every summer you come back, Choso who is taller, voice a little deeper and maybe just a little meaner. But it all just comes with the change. Over the years, your small beach vacation destination has grown in popularity, bringing in new companies and many new faces.

One of which is racing towards you and your friends right now.

It’s a boy, probably around Choso’s age with hair down to his shoulders, long and…gray? Is he Choso’s age?

He stops right in front of Choso, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath. He stands with a big inhale through his mouth before he slaps his hands down on Choso’s shoulders.

“Choso! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He exclaims, glancing down at Yuji who gives him a skeptical look behind his melting ice cream.

“Mahito,” Choso breathes, pushing the boy’s arms off of him as Yuji scoots behind you. Mahito, as Choso referred to him, follows Yuji’s path, his eyes slowly traveling up your form until they reach your eyes. It’s only when your gazes lock that you notice he has two different colored eyes; one blue and one brown. You also notice that when your gazes meet, your heartbeat picks up, your cheeks heat and burn hotter than the summer sun, your palms feel sweatier despite Yuji gripping onto your hold and your tongue feels as dry as sandpaper in your mouth.

A slow grin spreads across Mahito’s lips as his attention falls on you. “Who’s this?” He asks, taking a step closer and Yuji inches even closer to you if possible. You return Mahito’s smile, holding your hand out to him as you give him your name. He repeats it back to you, his grin widening.

“Pretty.”

Next to you, Choso watches your interaction with Mahito, his eyes focused hard on the way Mahito holds your hand, the flush of your cheeks and the smile you both wear as you basically just stand there staring at each other. He can’t really put a finger on it, but he doesn’t know if he likes the way you’re looking at his friend. He’s not quite sure if he’s ever seen you look at him that way and for some reason, that bothers him.

“I’ve seen you before, I think,” Mahito tells you.

He has. He’s seen you around town with your family when he’s with Choso, heard Choso’s brothers ask about you when they see him without you hanging around, he’s even seen your picture in Choso’s home - a group photo of you with Choso and his brothers. Mahito knows you’re his friend. Choso heard him call you “cute” when he saw the photo, a finger pointed at you. It’s just another thing that nags at Choso at the moment.

Choso knows he hasn’t been spending much time with you this summer. He’s busy, got new interests and new hobbies that he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be interested in. Mahito, though. He’s always down for whatever. He likes keeping your friendships separate because he can enjoy different things with each of you.

And also maybe so he could avoid this happening, whatever it is going on in front of him.

“You should come hang out with us,” Mahito offers after making you laugh annoyingly hard. Choso wants to roll his eyes.

“Ah, I would but I need to get little Yuji back home. It’s way too hot for him to be outside.”

“What about after?”

Choso interrupts before you can speak up. “She can’t.”

Your eyes furrow, a frown on your face. “Thank you, Choso. I can speak for myself, though.”

“I could maybe come back out after. Just have to ask my parents first.” You beam at him and Choso’s heart pounds, not in a good way.

“Well, how about you give me your number?” Mahito asks. “I can call you later to–”

“Don’t you need to go home and shower?” Choso butts in. Mahito looks confused and maybe a bit annoyed.

“No?”

“Yeah, you kinda stink dude,” Choso wrinkles his nose. “Can smell you from here.”

“Choso,” you scold, because he’s being so rude to his friend right now.

“What?” He shrugs. “Anyway, Mahito, we gotta get going man. I’ll call you to hang later.”

Mahito pouts as he steps aside before he smiles again, waving to you. “Nice to meet you! Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Your cheeks warm again as you wave back. “Yeah.”

When you all arrive back at your house, Choso seems to have come out of his sour mood. He’s quiet, but not rude in the way he just was to his friend. Yuji is with your mother getting washed up. He was an absolutely sticky mess when you got home. Choso lounges on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You flop down next to him, shoving his legs away when he lays them in your lap. He tries again and you shove him off.

“Ughhhh, stop! You’re so comfyyy,” he whines, but you’re not in the mood. You want to know what his problem is. You’re tired of the hot and cold.

“What was up with you back there? Why were you so mean to your friend?”

He peeks at you from over his phone, squinting. “Why does it matter?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug.

Choso sits up, hitting you with a scrutinizing stare. He narrows his eyes, like he’s suspicious. “You like him or something?” He asks suddenly and now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes.

“Like him? I just met him!”

“I still saw you giving him googly eyes out on the pier.”

“I was being nice! He’s your friend!”

Choso scoffs, “I barely know him.”

“You know him enough to ditch us for him like…everyday.”

“Okay, I’ll hang out with you guys more then. No need to be jealous,” Choso offers, laying back down on the couch. He’s back on his phone again, putting a metaphorical pin in the conversation. You roll your eyes, leaning over and knocking his phone out of his hand, chuckling when you hear it smack him in the face.

“Ow! You’re so annoying.”

“Shut u–” you’re cut off when a pillow hits you square in the face, Choso laughing as he stands from his spot on the couch and heads towards your kitchen.

Just then your mom wanders down the stairs, watching as Choso leaves the room and smiling softly when she sees you. “You two are so funny together.” She takes Choso’s spot next to you. “How did you like the ice cream place?”

“It was nice, very cute. I might make it my regular spot. It’s got the best view, Mom.”

“Yeah? Let's go back tomorrow, you and me?”

You beam, perking up. “Yes! I’d love that. You’re going to be so amazed when you get inside and see the view of the ocean from there.”

Your mom listens as you gush about your adventure with Choso and Yuji today, telling her all about Panda’s. You tell her about the assortment of flavors, the variety of toppings, the decor, you even let it slip quietly that you’ve been drawing lately. You ask her not to tell anyone because you’re embarrassed, not quite confident in your skills yet, but the view at Panda’s made you want to go sit down and sketch. You talk about your introduction to Mahito and how nice you think he is already, missing the way your mother brow lifts in curiosity, a smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

And on the other side of the wall, Choso listens carefully, drinking in every little detail of what made your day enjoyable with a smile on his face...until he hears his friend's name fall from your lips.

- - - - - -

You stand behind the counter of Panda’s peering out at the ocean just outside the door. You’re sixteen now and have spent the summer working at your new job. You’ve been busier than normal all summer with work so you haven’t gotten to spend much time with the brothers. You only see them on your days off when you don’t have plans with your friends.

Your coworker, Yuki, is a wildcard you met earlier in the summer. She’s tall, blonde, stunning and one of the best people you know. There’s a sweet balance between you and your new friend. She’s rash, impulsive, adventurous and you tend to be a bit of a homebody, though you don’t mind occasional chaos. Yuki pulls you out of your shell, taking you to all the best bonfires and parties. She’s a good friend to you.

“GODDDDDDDDDD, it’s so fucking dead today! I wanna leave,” Yuki whines as she throws herself onto the counter dramatically. You giggle on the other end of the ice cream counter, shaking your head.

“Why don’t you, then? I can handle the rest of the afternoon.”

Yuki perks up, standing tall. “Really?! Are you sure?”

You nod. “Yuki, we haven’t had a customer in hours. Get out of here.”

Yuki squeals, jumping up and down and clapping her hands before she flies to the other side of the counter and wraps you up in a strong hug. “I love you, thank you! I can go on this date tonight now! I owe you!”

She taps the screen on the computer, punching her employee number and clocking out. Without another word, she bolts out the door.

You shake your head, leaning over to grab your bag from beneath the counter. You’re about to grab your sketchbook when you hear the motion sensor ding loudly. It’s probably Yuki grabbing something she forgot. You stand back up, immediately met with a bright smile and flowing silver hair framing a very pretty face. Heterochromatic eyes shine as they take in the surprised look on your face.

The motion sensor goes off again and from your peripheral, you can see a dark form coming in. You’re so familiar with the presence, you don’t even bother pulling your gaze away from the person before you.

A deep chuckle fills the space between you before they speak. “Hey, beautiful.”

You smirk. “Hi, Mahito.”

Behind him, a large form approaches, leaning onto the display glass when they finally reach their friend. You’d normally scold them for it, but you’re too busy having a staredown with the gray haired guy in front of you.

“Mahito,” a rich, deep voice cuts in and Mahito finally looks away. Your smirk widens, mentally celebrating your victory. “Stop bothering her while she’s working.”

You finally peer over, finding Choso towering over you and even Mahito. He’s always been taller than you, but over the last summer, he had one hell of a growth spurt. He’s almost eighteen now and he’s changed so much since you saw him. You got quite the shock when you texted him inviting him and his brothers over for dinner on your first night in town and an absolute juggernaut showed up on your front step.

His face had changed tremendously; a jawline so sharp you could cut yourself on it, eyes so tired they now house deep purple bags. He looks so much older, so…handsome? The sudden thought of Choso being handsome of all things shocks you. You were even more shocked when he spoke and his voice that was at least three octaves higher the last you saw him, rumbled straight through to your chest.

You’re used to it now, it’s always easy to fall back into where your friendship left off with the brothers. Though the sleepovers have now stopped, the boys still spend a lot of free time at your house when they’re not busy.

Choso stops by your job from time to time, but it’s always just him. Occasionally he’ll bring Yuji and sometimes Kechizu or Eso will stop by. This is the first time you’ve had Mahito in, who you actually had only seen a few times since meeting him a couple years ago. Even at the parties Yuki takes you to, you almost never bump into Mahito.

Something tells you Choso has something to do with that.

Your friend moves to Mahito’s side, leaning lazily against the counter, eyes locked on Mahito who leans forward on his elbows, closing even more of the gap between you two. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yep,” you nod. “Been here all summer. I’m surprised you haven’t been by. Not much of an ice cream fan?”

Mahito shakes his head, his intense stare back on you. “Not really…but I could become one.”

You giggle. Mahito is always so flirty every time you see him. Next to Mahito, Choso rolls his eyes.

“Gross.”

You ignore his comment, looking away from Mahito to focus on Choso. “What brings you in?”

Choso glances at you, his expression bored as always. “I was just coming to see you before I headed home. Ran into Mahito on the way.”

“Yeah!” Mahito is pouting now, bottom lip protruding cutely. “He really tried to get me to go home, leave him alone.” He’s grinning again and you feel like you have whiplash with how his moods switch so quickly. “I see why he tried to get rid of me now. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Can’t say I blame him.”

Choso clears his throat awkwardly, crossing his arms. “That’s not it. Just thought you’d be bored, but didn’t want a whole gang of people hanging around in case you were busy.”

You nod, because his reasoning makes sense, you suppose. “Well, doesn’t matter. I’m glad you guys stopped by.”

Mahito’s fingers drum against the countertop as he hums, smiling. “Me too. Think I’ll stop by more often.”

You laugh. “Okay!”

“Can I finally get your number?” Mahito laughs, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve only been waiting two years for it.”

You’re giggling, because it’s ridiculous to think he actually counted the days until he could get your number. But Choso’s eyes still dart between his two friends, a deep frown forming on his lips. But he keeps his mouth shut because who is he to keep Mahito from coming around to see you?

Two Weeks Later…

It’s a slow day at work. Your boss let you know before he left that a new person would be starting this afternoon with you. Apparently Yuki sent him a text at three in the morning saying she was leaving on a self discovery journey and would not be returning any time soon, so your boss hurriedly hired someone else who you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Even so, you want to be sure all of the flavors were in order before their arrival.

The motion detector dings loudly just as you emerge from the back of the store with a new tub of matcha flavored ice cream. You open your mouth to give your usual customer service greeting until you see it’s just Choso.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He nods in greeting, casually walking behind the counter and standing before you. Your brows raise in suspicion. “What are you doing?”

The corner of Choso’s lips lift with a smirk. “I work here now.”

Your brows pinch together. “...why?”

Choso only shrugs, staring down at you and you cross your arms, waiting for an actual answer. He rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I got bored of being at the beach all the time. You made this place look chill. Every time I’m in here, you’re just hanging out, so I figured I'd make some money, too.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds longer, Choso holding your gaze before he smiles. And for some reason, your stomach twists strangely at the sight, your cheeks warm immediately. You shake your head, ridding yourself of the feeling and decide you don’t care enough to dig any deeper into it. You’ve been too busy working this summer to spend too much time with Choso and his brothers. At least this way, you’ll be able to hang out with Choso and have fun.

As for Mahito, you saw him once after Choso was hired at Panda’s. He never came back to the shop again, avidly avoiding you after. Choso doesn’t even see him anymore. You’re not sure you’ll ever know why.

- - - - - -

The next couple summers were spent with Choso working at Panda’s. You’re saving for college – art school! You’ve already been accepted into your dream college and now you’re just piling up money for your supplies. Choso? Who knows why he comes back to this job every summer?

Your days off were spent lazily at the beach, meeting up locals after sneaking out of your respective homes and attending whichever secret bonfire was happening that night. The parties were absolute ragers; full of weed, kegs, liquor, whatever was your thing, the bonfires had them. You and Choso stuck with sneaking nasty beers and pretending you liked them to blend in with the adults crowd. Neither of you wanted to be the teenager caught at one of the bonfires.

You remember your first bonfire with Choso. At seventeen years old, you wanted so badly to pull off the appearance of an “adult”, climbing out of your bedroom window with Choso waiting right beneath to catch you. But when Choso caught you in his arms and felt your bare skin against his, he promptly dropped you to the ground in shock.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed in a hushed tone, squinting to see you in the dark. “What is that? A bra?!”

“Huh? No, you idiot! It’s a bikini top and some shorts!” You hissed back. In the darkness, you could see Choso’s pigtails swinging back and forth frantically.

“No. Nuh-uh. Get back in there and put a goddamn shirt on!”

“No! We’re gonna be late!”

Choso practically growls your name. “I swear to god if you don’t go in there and put on a fucking shirt…”

“Oh my god, if you don’t like it, then you can stay home, but I’m going!”

You leave Choso standing in your yard, eyes wide as he turns and watches your form march down the sidewalk. He could go home because he doesn’t like it, but he’s not going to let you go to the bonfire alone! Especially dressed like that. So he jogs after you, walking with you to the bonfire in silence. Even though the tension is thick and you’re both clearly annoyed with each other, Choso stays close the entire night until it’s time to go home. You’re not surprised. Even in his anger, he’s always your protector.

You’re very aware of his presence even when you can’t see him. And it does something to you; an odd twist in your gut, a rapid pound of the heart, clammy hands around your disgusting beer.

When he takes you home, he says nothing. Simply places his hands on your hips - and your heart leaps - before he hoists you up with a “goodnight”. Then he’s gone and you’re in your room feeling like you’re about to combust for some reason.

- - - - - -

The following summer, you and Choso are sitting on the beach together watching the sun set. You’ve closed Panda’s for the night after a long and slow day. The sounds of the waves crashing, the water rolling over your toes on the shortline, it relaxes you. But it also makes you sad because this is your last night at the beach for who knows how long. You’re eighteen now and you’ve just graduated from high school and will be leaving tomorrow to go back home for the week before you set off on the journey that is college. Choso will leave for college, too, but some time next month, so he has time to make arrangements for his brothers. You’re proud of him.

It’s been a somber day for you, Choso and his brothers. They’ve already stopped by to say their goodbyes and wish you well. You hope to see them soon, you even promise to come back next summer to visit. But if you can’t make it, you all follow each other on social media. You’ll all be able to keep in touch.

Saying goodbye to Yuji is the hardest part, because you’ve quite literally watched him grow before your eyes. He hugged you tight, sobbing hard into your shirt and you let your tears fall freely for them all. You’ll miss them all dearly, but you know it won’t be the last you see each other. One day, you’ll all be together again on this very same beach.

After the younger brothers left, you and Choso decided one last time at the beach was much needed, reminiscing about all of the years you’ve spent in this very spot, in these very waters that brought you together in the first place.

“Remember how I saved your dumbass from dying?” Choso voices, idly running his hands through the cool grains of sand. The sun has almost disappeared, tagging out for the night so the moon can take its place.

You snort, gaze stuck on where the last bit of sun remains. “I remember that dumb missing tooth in the front of your mouth.” You tease and Choso tosses a bit of sand at you. You turn your face away quickly because after all this time together, you know him well. He’s predictable. “But hey, if my dumbass hadn’t almost died, you would’ve never been lucky enough to meet me.”

To this, Choso hums, looking out into the distance as the sun's last bit of rays vanish, the chill of the ocean air setting in. "I guess something good came out of it." He says, and it makes your stomach twist in a way that you’ve noticed has been happening more and more often when you’re around Choso lately.

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye and drink in the sight of him before you’re gone for another year, maybe longer. Choso has truly grown into himself; a stunningly handsome face that’s filled out over the years. He’s got a strong jawline, full pink lips, long lashes and silk black hair that he’s let down to frame his face beautifully. And as you memorize the sight, the wind picking up to whip Choso’s beautiful hair around his face, your heart begins to pound wildly against your ribcage.

Young teenage you would’ve never picked up on the reason for this, but eighteen year old you who had gone on a date or two that resulted in nothing knows.

You think you like him. You like Choso. In more than a “we’ve been best friends all our lives” sort of way. You think. Maybe? It’s all confusing right now. Maybe it’s the sadness you’re feeling that’s making you feel this way.

‘Or maybe you actually like Choso.’ A little voice in your head sings.

And because luck is not on your side, Choso notices your staring, his head tilting to the side as he looks at you curiously and asks, “what?”

You shake your head, muttering a quick “Nothing.”

But because you’ve been best friends all your lives, Choso doesn’t buy it. “Don’t do that.” He scolds you gently. “You’re leaving tomorrow. You have to tell me what’s on your mind.”

You inhale sharply, gathering your courage. “It’s nothing, really. I was just looking at you and…you just…look so different now. All grown up. That’s all.”

Choso nods, chuckling to himself. “Ah, is that good or bad?”

“Good.” You confirm instantly. “You’re cute.”

His head snaps over to you, eyes wide, face rapidly turning redder by the second. And then he’s chuckling again, nervously, but chuckling. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” And you are! You wouldn’t lie to him about that. “You’re really good looking now. All of the girls at university will love you.”

The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. But it’s true. Choso is a sweetheart. He’s kind, he’s handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

But apparently, he doesn’t feel the same because he makes a face of disgust for a brief second before his eyes lock on you.

“You’ve changed a lot, too, you know,” he utters quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear over the soft roar of the waves. The water is creeping up, the tides moving, dancing as the moon rises. “You’re pretty, smart, funny. Caring, too. All the guys at school are gonna be all over you.”

Now it’s your turn to make a face.

“I’m scared, you know?” You admit as Choso’s chocolate eyes bore into yours. “School aside, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anyone.”

“That’s a relief,” Choso blurts, eyes widening when he realizes what he’s said. “I just mean…because I’ve also never kissed anyone! I just meant it’s a relief you’re still a loser like me who’s never been kissed.”

You want to laugh, because it almost seems unbelievable that someone who looks like Choso has never been kissed, but you know Choso better than anyone. He wouldn’t lie to you about something like that. The laugh is caught in your throat anyway as you watch Choso stumble over his words in silence. When he finally stops talking, you’re just watching each other, the cold breeze rushing against your faces and you don’t even care that the tide has almost risen to the point it splashes over your feet as you sit. You’ll need to move soon or the tide will wash you both away.

Choso’s eyes stay glued to yours, his red cheeks glowing in the darkness and then he speaks.

“We could…you know…we could practice…with each other, I mean.” You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows when you shoot him a questioning look. “A kiss,” he clarifies so softly you almost miss it. “Just a quick one. To see what it’s like.”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to widen to the size of saucers, cheeks igniting with heat and your stomach twisting so hard it almost hurts. A kiss? Kissing Choso? Choso, who you’ve known almost your whole life? Choso who you just discovered five minutes ago you may have a crush on?

What if this changes things for you both? What if you’re a bad kisser and he never wants to talk to you again? What if he’s a bad kisser and you never want to talk to him again?

You won’t know unless you try.

So you nod, swallowing past the lump in your throat and Choso nods back, swallowing his.

“Yeah?” He asks, just to be sure.

“Yeah.” You nod again, absentmindedly licking your lips and Choso’s eyes dart down to the movement and then snap back up to your eyes. His lips are parted as he scoots closer until your thighs are touching. You bring a hand up, laying it flat against Choso’s chest as Choso brings his hand up to cup your cheek. The touch is intimate, more intimate than either of you have ever gotten with each other. It’s new, exhilarating, scary.

Choso must see you’re feeling all of these things, your chest rising and falling rapidly because he calls your name, presses his forehead to yours and tells you the words you need to hear right now. “I’ve got you.”

Your protector.

And like magnets drawn to each other, you both close the gap at the same time, lips touching softly as you share your first kiss with each other. There’s no slotting the lips together, no tongue involved, no deepening of the kiss. It’s simply…feeling each other until Choso pulls back slightly and whispers, “Just one more”, and his lips are back on yours, again and again and again.

Your heart is about ready to rip from your chest cavity, your hand now fisting Choso’s shirt as hard as it possibly can as the moon illuminates this moment, this memory in time. Who knows when you’ll next see each other? Things may never be the same once you’re both gone, but this moment here and now will always remain.

Choso walks you back home, neither of you bringing up what just happened. The silence is comfortable, no need to fill the space with unnecessary words. Choso hugs you for a long time on your porch, and you hold him back, almost unwilling to let go. You’re so scared of what the future holds for you, for him, for his brothers, for all of you. You wish you could rewind time back to the day you almost drowned, just so you could start all over again and have more time with them, with Choso.

That night, you lie awake, the tips of your fingers pressed against your lips as you think about the kiss. You’ll never forget tonight, you’ll never forget all of these summers. You’ll never forget Choso. College awaits, a new life is just up ahead, but you’ll keep in touch, you promised each other as much.

You’ll work hard in school so that you can come back here next summer. So you can come back to the beach, come back to Choso.

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tinystarzz · 6 days ago

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hello!! can i please request a matchup for jujutsu kaisen? i’m 20, bisexual, and use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, gardening, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i try to see the best in everything & everyone, though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

please and thank you!! have a nice day <3

⌨️ TYPING。。。 I match you with。。。

Choso!

opposites attract! a bubbly personality would go well with his reserved yet adoring one, and you would bring out the best in one another with your differences

golden retriever gf / black cat bf energy

he would love people with a big heart

choso is very close and protective with those he considers family, and would probably be open to the affection that you express

if you're ever being a little stubborn or hotheaded he would also come in and balance it out with his calm energy

i could see him being domestic and cooking with you and helping out with baking! he'd be overall supportive of anything you try (and he would eat whatever you baked for him, even if it turns out not so great)

he definitely also won't tolerate any hate towards those he loves (as we've seen), putting others above himself even, so you would probably have the same reaction and bond over that aspect too

if anyone was ever rude to you, he would definitely step in and do something about it, checking up on you after

i personally think he has a lot of Fi which would go well with your mbti, making you compatible there too!

it would be cute to see him on a shopping date where he would hold all the bags and maybe animal plushies too

I was also considering: Yuki (power throuple?!)

A/N: sorry for the wait! i've been really busy but hopefully this gets to you well :)

#matchups #jujutsu kaisen #jjk matchups #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #choso #choso kamo

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linkspooky · 2 years ago

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Since Mimiko will be involved with the sequel fic of Werewolf, does this mean Nanako will appear and have a role too?

I mean, I definitely know that Nanako won’t be with Mimiko since they are currently having a sister argument at the moment. But I was wondering what she will be doing.

Also who’s this boy that Nanako is dating btw? I’m pretty curious who he is and all

Yes, so.

Mimiko and Nanako are like the ultimate set of codependent twins. I know I said the whole "I am you, and you are me" thing with Mai and Maki is bad, but Mimiko and Nanako literally think that... except it's a huge problem for both of them. They spent so much time together in the cage, the only way they can cope is by acting that they are the same person, being inseperable, agreeing on all the same things, doing everything together.

Which is of course, you know... bad and also a little bit insane. Basically for Mimiko and Nanako their family is everything and their only sense of stability. They just need to exist with Geto and each other in their perfect little world seperate from everyone else. As long as Mimiko and Nanako always remain together, they will never be lonely, they will always have someone to comfort them... except human beings don't work that way. The way they fall apart when Gojo is gone shows the exact flaw of what their idea of family is, they have no support when they lose those connections.

So Mimiko and Nanako can always be together, as long as they never argue, never have different opinions on things, and of course never like different boys.

What begins to change that point of view is the death of Geto, and the introduction of Junpei, someone who is a complete stranger, someone who is not a part of their world, but steps into their world from the outisde world and sympathizes with them. When their fragile world of three people was about collapse, someone stepped in from the outside world and showed them that by adding people they can make their world a little bigger.

Which is why from that point forward, Mimiko and Nanako are going to appear separate from each other, because now they are developing their own individual identities. Having sister arguments is new for them, because they literally never argued about anything before, because they were afraid to even argue. Which is also what resulted in Nanako's bossy and slightly controlling personality, basically Nanako had to step up to be the one who made the decisions for all of them.

From this point on when Nanako and Mimiko appear in post werewolf fics, basically Mimiko will always appear with Choso, and Nanako is always going to appear with Junpei. They both need to work on making relationships outside of each other.

So basically one thing is that Mimiko and Nanako are seperate during my Shibuya rewrite, basically Mimiko joins Choso in his fight against Yuji, while Nanako is the one who goes off to try to bargain with Sukuna and has to be stopped by Junpei before she can even get to that point. My Shibuya rewrite isn't really intended as a major rewrite,it's basically from MimiNana's perspectives, and Nanami ensuring that they both survive.

After that Mimiko will occasionally follow around Choso, even when he tags with Yuji and cameo in the post werewolf Mai / Zenin fic. As for Nanako and Junpei, Junpei is on his way to reunite with Yuji post Shibuya because he thinks Yuji is in a bad mental place and needs help. Though, any culling games fics are like... really vague in my head.

Also, Nanako having a boyfriend is just a joke. Basically, Mimiko and Nanako agreed that they would always have a crush on the same boy (or girl) and Nanako would always decide who. Their last crush they agreed on was idol Takada-chan. But Mimiko and Nanako didn’t grow up around other children they lived with Geto’s family removed from society so all of their crushes by this point have basically just been idols so the rule is “if I like this idol, Mimiko has to like him too...”

Nanako sort of likes Junpei now, and Nanako started a fight because Mimiko is supposed to like whatever she likes, but Junpei being a living breathing person and not an idol MImiko found that a little weird. Basically even Mimiko pointing out “it’s weird to like the same boy at the same time’ is enough for Nanako to throw a tantrum. But like let’s say, Mimiko was like “I don’t like this idol.” Nanako would have also thrown a tantrum about it, because they’re supposed to agree on everything. Which Mimiko is starting to find suffocating.

Nanako doesn’t even like Junpei that much, but the suggestion that Mimiko might be disagreeing with her over something, is enough to drive them into a fight. But like, even if they were arguing about what idol they liked, they’d still treat it as a world ending disagreement, like it’s all over now, we’re not sisters anymore, we’re enemies now.

Basically Nanako is overreacting because she was like “I kind of sort of might have a crush on Junpei” and Mimiko was like “Well, I don’t...” and Nanako saw that as the end of times because they’re supposed to do everything together. But by sort of likes I mean I wasn't planning on exploring it as a ship, it's just a really jokey love chain.

Basically Nanako -> Junpei -> Yuji -> Megumi -> Completely Oblivious. And none of them are happy.

#askspookies #i spent too long explaining this joke #its no longer funny #i've shot the joke #i've killed it

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vessuna · 11 months ago

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★ [ For Choso ]

send me a ★ and i’ll bold what applies to your muse.

i like you / i hate you / i dislike you / i love you / you are family / i would take a bullet for you / i would shoot you / i would lie to your face / i would say something cruel to you on purpose / i would say something cruel to you accidentally / i would cheat on you / i would physically hurt you / you annoy me / you amuse me / i’d laugh at you / i’d laugh with you / i’d manipulate you / you scare me / you confuse me / i wish i knew you better / i trust you / i don’t trust you / you inspire me / i consider you an equal / you are beneath me / you’re better than me / i would trust you with my life / i think you’re mean / i think you’re petty / i think you’re childish / i think you’re smart / i think you’re stupid / i think you’re a bad person / i think you’re a good person / i’m not sure what kind of person you are / i wish you would listen to me / i want to make you proud / i wish you would notice me / i want to impress you / i would hurt other people for you / i’m not sure how to make you happy / i’m a bad influence on you / you deserve better than me / we make a great team / i’d have a relationship with you / i would marry you / i fantasize about our life together / i would trust you with my most treasured belonging / i would tell you my darkest secrets / you disgust me / you intimidate me / i hope i intimidate you / i’d hug you / i’d let you hug me / i’m scared of losing you / i don’t think you like me / i want to be better for you / i respect you / i don’t respect you / you’re my mentor / you’re my friend / you’re my best friend / i have a crush on you / i could easily watch you die / i’d get drunk with you / i’d party with you / i’d comfort you / i’d prank you / i’d spike your drink / i’d act behind your back / i’d abandon you / i’d hurt you to get what i want / i would choose my happiness over yours / i would choose your happiness over mine / i despise how much i care for you / i need you / i’m dependent on you / i don’t know what i’d do without you / i’m scared of you leaving me / i’d give my life for you / you frustrate me / i’d call for you in a time of need / i would protect you / i’d visit you in hospital / i’d carry you if you were hurt / i’d feel guilty if i hurt you / i’d let you be near me when i am vulnerable / i’d ignore a phone call from you / i’d call you at 3am / i’d break you out of jail / i’d get angry at you / i would shout at you / you’re too loud / you’re too quiet / you’re too sensitive / you can’t take a joke / you embarrass me / i feel nothing for you / you’re reckless / you’re bossy / you bore me / i would ask your advice / i would blame you for something i did / i would cry in your arms / you have the power to hurt me more than anyone else .

#he cares abt c.hoso So Much and is glad to have him #but there's still a lot of like.. confusion and things he'd rather not think about.. in terms of their relation jvhdsjv wah #☆ / study + headcanon.#☆ / dash game.

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blondieeu · 11 months ago

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═╬ blondieeu . jujutsu kaisen ⌕ masterlist リ

✘ smut

➜ GETO SUGURUᏪ

sorrows ✘

➜ TOJI FUSHIGUROᏪ

generous ✘ hotpink ✘

lady , lady .2

twitter links ✘

➜ SUKUNA RYOMENᏪ

bossy , husband

rum punch ✘ lotus flower bomb ✘

twitter links ✘

➜ GOJO SATORUᏪ

shy , vienna

drunk walk home , miss u

sleepy , undertaker ✘

practice ✘ winter nights

slow dance , lotus flower bomb ✘

twitter links ✘

➜ CHOSO KAMOᏪ

meanie older brother hcs , passions playground

wrapped up ✘ in your dreams ✘

➜ ITADORI YUJIᏪ

welcome and goodbye , poppin’

extra ✘ asshole ✘

lotus flower bomb ✘

➜ NANAMI KENTOᏪ

salvatore ✘ shades of cool ✘

irritated ✘ heart to heart ✘

selfishly , office job

twitter links ✘

➜ MEGUMI FUSHIGUROᏪ

fine china ✘ prettypretty

lust ✘ beware

lotus flower bomb ✘ lotus

blondieeu xx

#gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #itadori smut #megumi fushiguro #choso kamo #choso smut #jjk megumi #jjk nanami #blondieeu #bnha smut #masterlist #toji fushiguro #maki zenin #todo aoi #jujutsu geto #geto suguru

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chrollosbm · 1 year ago

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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, manipulation, (eventual) heavy smut, overstimulation, begging, dacryphilia, dom choso, bossy choso, sub reader, slight yandere choso, suguru is her ex

pls support me on ao3, it would mean the world to me!

yummy.

You were a wreck. Your hair was tangled, your nails were chipped, you hadn’t showered in days, and you were currently rotting in your bed for the fifth day in a row. The only time you had gotten out of bed was to pee, drink water when you felt dizzy because of all the crying you had been doing which was not helping your dehydration, and when you forced yourself to eat small bits of crackers every now and then. Your outside appearance was nothing in comparison to the sadness and despair you felt inside though. You had gotten this bad on the outside because of the aching pain you felt in your heart.

Last week, you and your ex-boyfriend broke up again. The relationship was not healthy at all, yet the two of you felt drawn to each other like magnets. You told yourself you were done this time though maybe. You could say your relationship with each other was pretty toxic at least that’s what all your friends and family said. You were still so in love with him though, so it didn’t matter what everyone else had to say. Yes, you were quite aware of your delusion, but it didn’t matter to you. How could you throw two years of your life with someone away?

He cheated again. You should have known the first time that this would happen again. If you take someone back for cheating once, they’ll do it again.

You sighed and mentally slapped yourself as you cuddled more into your bedsheets and squeezed the emotional support stuffed animal that was now covered in tears and snot.

The previous time he cheated on you, you had revenge sex with his best friend, which promptly ended a four year friendship between them.

You found yourself smirking through your tears at the memory.

All it took was you showing up at said friend’s apartment with mascara stained cheeks (and an outfit that showed way too much skin.) You learned that the whole “bros before hoes” code was a myth that night. You simply walked into his blue-eyed-bestie’s apartment and put on an award winning performance of heartbreak (which you were actually feeling, but you had to bump it up a notch,) and feed him lies about how your ex-boyfriend had been talking shit about him for months. The rest was history.

Of course, you put your acting skills to use again to get your ex to forgive you. After all, he cheated on you first. An eye for an eye right? Maybe you took it too far, but who cares, you actively tried to become a better person for him after that and it felt like he had done nothing to change.

Your phone pinging brought you out of your thoughts and you rolled over to check your phone, shamelessly hoping it was a text from your serial cheating ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t, but it was the next best thing. Your paycheck was deposited into your account. It was a little lighter than usual, considering you took off for the entire week to mourn the loss of your already dead relationship. Still, it was a lot, and since your bills were already paid at the beginning of the month, you had disposable income to spend now.

You checked the time on your phone, saw it was late afternoon and sighed. Maybe you should get up, considering you hadn’t seen sunlight in days and you deserved to make yourself feel better by going on an impromptu shopping trip.

You scrolled down to the text messages from your closest friend that you had been ignoring for hours on end. You tried to update her at least twice a day on your mental state (which was not great, in all honesty,) just so she wouldn’t worry that you weren’t breathing (or that you went back to him, like you had previously done before.) She always hated him and always made sure to vocalize that opinion. It could be annoying sometimes, but you knew your best friend only did that because she loved you and knew you deserved better. There were a string of texts that you didn’t feel like reading, so you decided to just pick up the phone and facetime her.

She picked up on the first ring with a call of your name coated with concern.

“Oh goodness, you look awful!” your friend exclaimed with a worried expression on her face.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Thanks a lot, Andrea. That’s exactly what I need to hear right now.” You got up out of bed to see exactly why she had such a dramatic reaction and when you reached the mirror your eyebrows shot up. “Oh wow, you’re right.”

She let out a small whimper. “My poor baby. We have to get you out of the house today. It is Friday after all, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You can’t let that asshole dictate how you feel forever.”

You let out a small sigh as you looked closer in the mirror. It was very evident that you hadn’t washed your face in days. Your dark eye bags in contrast to your brown skin made it look like you hadn’t slept in weeks, although that’s all you had been doing for the past week. Your eyes were bloodshot red and you could no longer force out tears due to dehydration and exhaustion. Your hair was an unruly mess, your tight coils tangled and in knots that will take hours to get out.

You sucked your teeth and mentally chastised yourself for not putting a bonnet on your head during the past week.

It didn’t take long for you to respond to Andrea, considering you were tired of sitting in your own filth.

“Okay! Did you want to join me while I went shopping? “You looked down at your chipped and overgrown nails. You were due for a refill. “We could also stop at the nail salon…”

She squealed in delight. “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes! Of course. I’ll be there to pick you up in a couple hours. It’ll give you time to do that hair.” She teased.

You rolled your eyes again. “See you soon, Andrea.” You quickly ended your call then jumped in the shower so you could have time to do a simplified version of your hair routine. No time for a full wash day session, so a quick detangle and moisturize will have to do. It was warm outside this time of year anyways, so half drying your hair was okay.

You quickly washed your body and finished your hair routine in the shower, quickly attempting to diffuse it afterwards. You definitely felt wetness in the middle of your head, but it will have to do. You left it down in tight ringlets so it could dry by the end of the day when you were undoubtedly going to be forced to go out with Andrea tonight. Not that you minded, anyways. The first thing you wanted to do right now was get wasted to get rid of the heartache you felt.

You quickly threw on a casual and comfortable outfit consisting of black yoga pants and a black graphic tee. As soon as you finished getting ready, you heard a loud and over-exaggerated car horn that you knew was the doing of your best friend.

You quickly rushed down your stairs and threw on a pair of comfortable platform sandals and grabbed your purse before heading out the door.

The sun hurt your eyes and you quickly shielded your face from its rays with a frown. The air smelled crisp and it felt good to breathe in natural air.

Your friend was in her very expensive black vehicle with tinted windows that you didn’t know the name of, (because cars right?) with said tinted windows down, showing a huge smile that belonged to Andrea. Her hair was different this time, small knotless braids cascading down her back, rather than her usual curls identical to yours. Thank God for that. Every time you wore your hair the same, people always mistook the two of you for sisters even though you looked nothing alike. You were both just black in a city with nearly not enough black people.

Your personalities were also nothing alike. While she was like sunshine and rainbows after a stormy day, you were that stormy day. She was always kind, level-headed, calm, honest, and well put together, while you on the other hand were hotheaded, loud, impulsive, brutal, and sometimes extremely vindictive. You were trying to change the last trait as much as you could, but you were a work in progress.

You hopped into her car, giving her a tight smile and she immediately pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you decided to come out today! I have such a fun night planned for you.” She winked after she pulled away from the hug, mischief twinkling in her big brown orbs.

Suspicion clouded your mind, wondering what she was up to, but decided to let it go considering you didn’t have a care in the world about what you guys did today, as long as you were able to get blasted. “Is drinking involved?” you said plainly and she smiled again in a way that could light up the entire galaxy.

“Duh.” she said simply and you finally gave a real smile as she pulled out your driveway, onto your day of adventures.

After a lengthy but fun day of shopping, getting your nails done, and eating your first full meal in days, you and Andrea approached her luxury apartment.

Another difference between you and Andrea? She was in a healthy and loving marriage. She and her husband were still newlyweds, but they had been living together since their engagement (which was very soon after they started dating.) You smiled thinking about your best friend’s luck in life and love, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous. She deserved all of this and more of course, but you couldn’t help but envy her situation. You were trapped in a toxic cycle while a good man found her, a rich and handsome one at that.

“You ready, babe?” she snapped you out of your thoughts and grabbed a handful of shopping bags. You guys went way overboard.

You nodded and followed suit, grabbing the remainder of bags and headed up the elevator to their apartment.

As you two stepped into the large and luxurious apartment, Andrea called out to her husband and all but ran to the kitchen when he responded with joy.

You followed behind her awkwardly and pretended to be doing something on your phone when you saw the two of them sucking face.

When they finally came up to breathe, he looked up at you and gave you a sad smile. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You knew Andrea had already told him, considering he actually knew your ex-boyfriend. They went to high school together, but weren’t close at all.

You gave a matching smile back and felt your eyes well up with tears as you answered. “In all honesty, horrible. If it weren’t for your wife I would probably still be in bed sulking and crying over that asshole friend of yours.”

He winced a little at your harsh words, but quickly recovered and had a face full of anger. “You want me to hire a hitman on him? I have that kind of money, you know.”

You laughed loudly but his facial expression never changed. “Woah chill, Kento! He isn’t worth it. I hope he and that bitch he’s with get what they deserve but I don’t know if it’s death.” A smile remained on your face at his protectiveness. He was always protective over you considering you were his wife’s best friend. He even got into a few heated arguments on double dates with your ex over you.

“Well if you change your mind, I have a guy on speed dial. That asshole Suguru needs to learn a lesson.” He responded and Andrea caressed his arm in an attempt to calm down which seemed to work almost immediately. His face softened and he looked at your best friend in such a loving way that made you want to smile and puke at the same time.

“Thanks, dude. I’ll keep that in mind. Now let’s go Andrea, we have plans tonight, remember?” You gave him a grateful smile and grabbed your friend’s hand before you were caught witnessing another makeout session between the two.

As you dragged her into her vanity room, you heard him shout after the two of you. “How much of my money did you spend today?!” The both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you shut the door behind you.

You both finished getting ready just before the clock hit ten pm. PartyNextDoor was blasting in her speakers as you two got ready, along with Andrea making insulting jokes about your ex the entire time. You, of course, were almost in tears at her jokes. You were so grateful to have her all the time, but especially during times like this.

You were currently standing in front of her ceiling to floor, LED-light filled mirror looking at yourself in awe. You forgot how pretty you actually were. Due to the fact that you hadn’t seen yourself in makeup in weeks (you were naturally beautiful bare-faced as well,) but also the fact that you somehow felt ugly when you were dating Suguru. You knew you were pretty, but his excessive cheating made you feel less than. You always found yourself comparing yourself to the women he cheated with, who looked nothing like you.

Your face was lightly beat along with dark eyeliner that also included dark, but lightweight lashes that made your dark eyes look even more beautiful. Your lips were outlined with a dark lipliner with an expensive clear lip gloss that Andrea (well, Kento) had bought for you earlier in the day. You had on a tight maroon red dress that stopped at your mid thigh, the color making your brown skin look radiant and your body look amazing. You paired your outfit with gold jewelry you borrowed from Andrea since all your jewelry was left at home. Finally, you were going to finish off your outfit with black opened-toed kitten heels that you were going to put on at the door before you left.

Your hair was put into a puff with minimal curls left out to frame your face. You were smiling at yourself in the mirror when you heard a knock at the door.

Andrea went to open the door and her husband was standing at the door, mouth agape as he took in how she looked. You couldn’t blame him, she looked fucking hot. Her knotless braids were left down and she had on a black two-piece mini skirt set with silver jewelry that was to be paired with black stiletto heels. He leaned down to whisper something in her ear and her eyes widened slightly and she cleared her throat immediately after.

“You ladies ready to go?” He said with a smug look on his face and you gave Andrea a questioning look.

“I thought this was a girls night?” You said with a raised eyebrow.

She smirked, that mischievous look in her eye again. “I never said that.” She grabbed her black shoulder bag, along with an identical one she picked out for you, ushering you to come. “I said I had a fun night planned for you didn’t I? Just trust me.”

You looked between the Nanamis with suspicion written all over your face then shrugged. “As long as that includes free drinks, I don’t care what’s planned.”

“That’s my girl!” Andrea cheered as she gave you a slap on the ass when you walked out the front door.

You could’ve sworn you heard Nanami grumble something in the lines of, “Just don’t bankrupt me.”

You were currently in between tipsy and drunk, but not quite drunk yet like you wanted. You were dancing in your very own section with Andrea and Kento, about to take your next tequila shot. Andrea was already very drunk, you could tell by the way she was dancing on Nanami, who stopped drinking a while ago. He was driving after all, and he apparently never liked being drunk when he went out with Andrea because he wanted to make sure she was safe at all times. As you finished taking your shot with a shiver, you heard your best friend call your name.

You looked over at her with curiosity as a man you didn’t know was let into your section. You looked at him with confusion and interest. He was certainly a sight.

“This is Ch-Choso!” She yelled way too loud into your ear, slurring her words.

You took a second look at the man and were not disappointed. He was very tall, much taller than you. You looked up at him and he had two buns with shorter pieces sticking out the front to give him slight bangs, dark eyes that had eye bags underneath them, and full pink lips that were currently wearing a small smirk. He had on a dark shirt with equally as dark pants and sneakers. He had tattooed covered arms, and one of them sported a very expensive watch. He also had bright diamond earrings in his ear. They shone so bright you felt they might blind you.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He grabbed your hand and gave it a small kiss and you had to stop yourself from smiling. As your hand reached his lips, you noticed a dark birthmark across his nose, making him impossibly more handsome. It was something you had never seen before, giving him even more intrigue than before.

You cleared your throat and introduced yourself quickly, a look of suspicion and annoyance on your face you weren't trying to hide at all. In reality, the pool in your stomach was becoming hotter by the second.

“Will you excuse me for a second?” You gave him an obviously sarcastic, tight-lipped smile and let go of his hand to immediately grab Andrea’s. You dragged your stumbling friend and took her into the thankfully vacant bathroom.

As soon as the door shut you turned to her, where she was sporting a slight smirk. You didn’t return it though.

“What the hell is this?” You folded your arms over your chest and waited for her to answer.

She feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you mean!” She was full blown smiling now, like something was funny.

“Who the hell is that guy? Why is he in our section? Was this supposed to be your fun night for me?” You said it all way too fast and way too angry, but you didn’t care. Was she really trying to set you up with another guy when you were still heartbroken (and still longing for your ex-boyfriend)?

She put her hands up in defense. “Chill out!” She sounded way more sober now, your words seeming to light a match under her. “I was just trying to make you feel better. You were with that selfish, cheating asshole for two years and now you’re finally free! This is a time to celebrate, babe. I get that you’re sad, but how much longer are you going to let him dictate how you feel? How long are you going to let him dictate what you do, or who?” She gave you a wink and grabbed your hands.

She was right and you knew it. You had been taking Suguru's bullshit for years now. Every him he stepped out on you or whenever you caught him texting other women, it sent you into a spiral. He was draining the life out of you everyday, but it was like he was your own brand of heroin. No matter how much he hurt you, and how bad he was for you, it was like you were addicted to him, waiting for your next fix. You wanted to slap yourself for not being strong enough to just quit.

"...And Choso is a sweet guy. He’s smart, and works with Kento, so you know he’s loaded. He’s also fine as hell.” You felt your cheeks get warm at that. You have to admit. The man was sexy as fuck.

“It doesn’t have to go anywhere! I just want you to see there are other options out there other than Sir-Cheats-A-Lot.” She continued. Her eyes were pleading you, at this point.

You let out a small sigh. You knew she was right. It really didn’t have to go anywhere. You could just dance with him fuck him tonight. It would be a good distraction and you really wanted to get over Suguru once and for all you also really really wanted to fuck Choso. Like badly.

You gave her an eye roll then faked annoyance. "Fine. I'll entertain it. Just for the night." You were excited at the chance to finally talk to someone new, to be honest. She didn't need to know that, though. She squealed in response and she pulled you into a tight hug, too tight for your liking. You smiled widely in the hug and laughed as you hugged her back. As the two of you pulled away, you smelled the alcohol on her breath and remembered you were there to get blasted tonight, anyway.

When you returned to the table you were met with a concerned Nanami who was ranting to a very sexy looking Choso. The man you just met tonight looked bored as his coworker was very obviously worried about his wife. When the two of you approached the table, it seemed like his entire mood switched. His eyes became brighter and his lips formed a small smile. Kento's eyes snapped to Andrea with relief and you let the two have their reunion (his genuine concern for her leaving for five minutes made you both happy and nauseated) as you settled down next to Choso, making sure to sit extra close to him. If you wanted to fuck him tonight, you had to lay it on thick.

His cheeks reddened slightly as the bare skin of your thighs touched his clothed thighs. He seemed to quickly compose himself. “I thought I scared you off.” He nudged you with his shoulder with a smile.

You shook your head at him and smiled softly, returning the nudge. “No way. I just had to make sure my friend wasn’t going to black out.” You gave him a quick lie.

He seemed to believe it just as a server brought over four more tequila shots. Andrea let out an excited squeal for the tenth time tonight and attempted to grab a glass, which Nanami quickly blocked. She gave him a puppy dog look, which he seemed to ignore and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go dance, sweetheart.” He said, attempting to distract her and it worked. He dragged her onto the packed dancefloor and you were left alone with Choso and four shots.

“It looks like we have to down these ourselves, gorgeous.” His hand caressed your bare thigh lightly as he reached over to grab two shots. It was hard to ignore the increasing wetness in your underwear, very afraid it would start pooling out at some point. You couldn’t help it, the man was insanely gorgeous. He gave you the shot with a small smile and the two of you proceeded to clink glasses together and down them, finishing with a slam of the glass on the table.

The night progressed with the two of you taking more shots and you noticed how both of you slowly began to get more comfortable with each other. You somehow found yourself sitting on his lap with his hands around your waist, that were inching very close to your ass. You were currently laughing at something he said (God knows what, you were just drunk off your ass) and giving a playful slap to his very hard chest. It was like slapping bricks.

The music was loud, the lights were flashing, you didn’t know where your two friends went, yet you didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything but the beautiful man in front of you. He had to be as drunk as you considering the amount of shots you both had, but he seemed to be completely composed. His dark orbs stared holes into you as you were telling him stories about you and Andrea in college.

You were supposed to be on a mission to get some dick, but you found yourself actually wanting to have a conversation with him. He was a great listener and you somehow just couldn't stop talking. The way he was looking at you with genuine interest and attention made it hard to keep quiet.

You quickly learned he was a man of very few words, even with alcohol in his system. He would give a light smile and chuckle every now and then, but he mainly remained quiet besides the occasional questions he would ask, which prompted more stories from you. He didn’t make you feel annoying, either . Unlike Suguru, who would at times tell you to “just shut up already,” when you were expressing things you had interest in.

You slowly stopped talking and looked down as soon as you thought about your ex-boyfriend, your mood dampening. Choso seemed to notice and put a hand on your chin and softly lifted it to look into his eyes again.

“What’s wrong? You were just getting to the good part.” He asked with genuine concern. His eyes burned holes into yours again and it all became too much. You were suddenly aware of everything around you. The music was too loud, the lights were blinking far too much, your clothes felt too tight on you, and you felt sick.

You quickly got up, grabbed your bag, and with a quick “I’m sorry, I have to go.” You left the section the club with Choso shouting your name behind you. You had ino idea where you were, your vision was blurry and you just wanted to go home. People in line outside the club were looking at you in confusion as you stumbled, almost falling on your ass, but you quickly left, having no idea where you were going.

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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story: Chapter Two

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, manipulation, (eventual) heavy smut, overstimulation, begging, dacryphilia, dom choso, bossy choso, sub reader, slight yandere choso, suguru is her ex

Sunflower Fields ao3 version

Chapter One here

You walk down the street, stumbling, with no idea where you were going. You were grateful you settled on kitten heels rather than stilettos for the night, because otherwise you would have probably broken an ankle by now. You would have been afraid if you weren’t so blasted, but there you were with God knows how many shots in your system. As you reach a dead-end though, you begin to worry. You suddenly start to sober up (or better yet try to be a little more aware of your surroundings) and turn around, realizing you really don’t know where you are. Why did you have to leave the club so dramatically? You could have simply told Andrea and Kento you were ready to leave, but instead you had to make a theatrical scene in front of a really hot guy.

Panic begins to set in as you continue to pace down the road and search for your phone in your bag. Just as you find it and open up your contacts to call Andrea, you hear a car pull up beside you. You freeze, not knowing what to do. If this was it, you were going to be so pissed in the afterlife.

Cause of death: kidnapped and killed after leaving the club because you couldn’t stop thinking about your cheating ex-boyfriend.

If that happened you would beg the Lord to revive you just so you could kill yourself again.

Your body begins to tremble when you suddenly hear a familiar voice call out your name from the car. You look up stunned to see Suguru staring at you from the driver’s seat, confusion written all over his face. His hair was in a bun with a few strands left out, his ears pierced and covered in black earrings. He was so fucking beautiful. Your heart strings tugged when your eyes met his. So many memories flooded your mind. All the pain, sadness, and betrayal was clouded by the memories of all the great times the two of you spent together. Before it all went to shit. Laughing until your stomach hurt, long drives with hands clasped together and music blasting with the top of his car down, bone shaking, passionate sex after an exciting date night.

All ruined.

“Dollface? What are you doing out here?” He says, his voice laced with genuine concern. His eyebrows were furrowed, face reading concern.

Dollface.

“I’m going to marry you. You know that right?” Suguru said to you, seriousness in his eyes. The moonlight was shining down on him as he was on top of you, breath heavy, hair sticking to his face and neck. Harsh waves were crashing in the background, almost as harsh as your heart was beating.

You froze, pausing to comprehend what he just confessed. “Shut up.” You had said, not believing him, a small, disbelieving smile on your face. Still you had goosebumps erupting from your body, from both the wind chilling your bare skin and the words he had just spoken to you.

“I’m being serious, dollface.” His eyes remained on yours as he continued to thrust into you, slowly, deeply, intensely. “You’re going to be mine forever. You’re not going anywhere.”

Your stomach begins doing flips and your eyes well with tears as you stare at the handsome man, soon beginning to stream down your face.

“When do you think you want kids?” The two of you were sitting on your couch, binging reality television shows you basically forced him to watch with you. Your feet were in his lap and he was rubbing them, skillfully.

“We could start trying now.” He said with a smirk, eyes twinkling at you. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been the most careful with pulling out lately.”

You gasped and picked up a pillow that lay closest to you, and reached over to hit him in the head with it, playfully. “Suguru! Not funny.” You yelled at him but he laughed anyway.

“I’m kidding, dollface.” The smile on his face was blinding. “I want nothing more than to make you the mother of my kids, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.” Sincerity was written all over his face. “Like I said, you’re not going anywhere.”

Suguru steps out of the car and before you could stop him, he wraps his arms around you to hold you tightly.

“Let’s get you home, okay?” He says softly as he pulls away to wipe the tears from your face. His eyes read confusion, guilt, and sadness. You want to punch yourself for how weak you’re being, and how easily you’re letting him back in. You nod your head anyway, and let him guide you to the passenger seat of his car that you had become so familiar with.

As he shuts your car door, you feel a buzz on your phone and pull it out to see Andrea calling you. You quickly reject the call, sending a text saying you’re okay and that Suguru came to get you. This will only bring on more calls and texts, but she’s aware he wouldn’t put you in any physical danger. She would at least know you weren’t kidnapped.

The drive was silent with a few glances that your ex-boyfriend kept giving you every now and then. You pretended to not feel him staring into the back of your head as you were turned towards the window, with the window down, trying to sober up as much as you could. If you had known you would have a run in with your ex, you would’ve stopped at shot number two. Maybe you wouldn’t even be in his car right now doubtful. The tension was becoming unbearable when the two of you thankfully pulled up to your apartment.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Thank you for the ride. I’m glad you were there to save me.” You gave him a grateful tight lipped smile, which he returned, sadness in his eyes. You sat in the car, staring at each other longer than you should’ve until you finally reached for the door. He grabbed your hand before you could pull the lever. “Wait. Please.” You turned towards him and regretted it. He was giving you that look. The look you had fallen for so many times.

Your eyes were welling with tears again, when you managed to let out a small and quiet, “What is it?”

“Can I come in, please? I want to talk.” He begged, that look remaining on his face. You had seen it so many times that you wondered if it was rehearsed at this point. You knew whatever he had to say would be filled with lies and manipulation, yet you were falling for it again. You wanted to kick yourself. You were doing it again. You were letting him in again after he gave you a knife to the heart. Over and over again he would leave wounds that were never given a chance to heal. Instead, he just put a bandaid on the wound when you needed fucking surgery.

When the two of you entered your apartment the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You kicked your shoes off and without a word, set foot to your bedroom. Suguru did the same and followed you to your bedroom like a lost puppy. Your room was a disaster with hair products all over the floor, laundry that had been piled up and an unmade bed, but you didn’t care. Partially because you were drunk and partially because you couldn’t give a shit about what he thought of you right now. You didn’t have anything to prove to him at this moment. You sat down on your bed and he followed suit. You sat in silence, heart beating out of your chest, waiting for him to say something, anything at all.

“I fucked up.” He broke the silence. He was looking down at the floor, playing with the black rings on his fingers. “I fucked up so bad again and I’m sorry. I fucking miss you.” He looked up at you with red, wet eyes as you turned your head to focus on him. You were stunned. Tears began to leak from his eyes and they were soon streaming down his face.

You didn’t know what to say. There had been plenty of times where the two of you had gotten back together, yet you were the one crying and pleading, not the other way around. Not like now. This felt real. This felt genuine. Was it, though?

You were still frozen, staring at him with confusion written all over your face as he continued. “I don’t deserve you, dollface. I know that. But I want to prove to you that I can change.” He looked down at his shaking hands again, unable to continue looking at you as he spoke. “I still love you. I love you more than any dumb bitch I decided to fuck around on you with. They don’t compare to you. They never have.”

You were fully sober at this point. It was like all the fog in your brain had cleared.

Your breathing was getting heavy now. Your eyes welled with tears and your heart was racing impossibly fast. You didn’t know how to feel. Happy? Sad? Angry? Betrayed? Stupid?

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to fix this.” He practically begged. “Say something. Please.” He choked out, looking at you, those beautiful brown eyes piercing into your soul.

You just shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. Your body began to shake with sobs and you felt Suguru wrap his arms around you and you didn’t stop him. Of course you didn’t. You were weak. Always there at his beck and call, forgiving him. You remembered the times you were on your knees begging and crying for him back when he did you wrong.

Weak.

Pathetic.

Those were the words that repeated in your head as he guided you on your back, kissing you with such passion and vigor. He held you so delicately, like you would fall apart if he let you go. Maybe you would.

Worthless.

Disgraceful.

Those were the words that clouded your mind as he removed your clothes, ever so slowly and kissed every inch of your body, including your tear filled face, eventually reaching your lips.

Stupid.

Gullible.

Those were the words that engraved in your brain when you kissed him back and let him give you orgasm after orgasm, all night long.

You woke up in the morning, feeling nothing but shame. He was asleep in your bed again, with the sun shining on his beautiful face. His eyes were closed and his bare chest was rising and falling slowly. Whenever he slept, he looked like he had no troubles whatsoever. He slept so peacefully, while you barely slept anymore. You spent your nights worrying if he was fucking around, out with the next woman. Every night he wasn’t in your bed, you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t, you were on the brink of panic attacks

You got up from your bed, slowly, careful not to wake him. He didn’t move a muscle as you grabbed your robe hanging from your closet and walked over to your in-suite bathroom. You looked over your shoulder once more to see him still sleeping soundly as you opened the door quietly, shutting it the same as you stepped inside.

You turned the light on in your bathroom and almost jumped when you saw your reflection. Your makeup was smeared, your hair was a disaster, and one of your false eyelashes had fallen off. You shook your head and quickly started your morning routine, not wanting to look at that fightful sight anymore. Once you finished brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare routine, you attempted to fix your hair by simply brushing it back into a puff, making it look more presentable.

You looked in the mirror again.

Lifeless.

Your eyes were lifeless. The eyes that once held happiness and joy now had no light. It was like everything had been drained from you. All emotion, energy, passion, and excitement was wiped from you. Your under eyes were darker than ever and your skin was dull. It was like you were a shell of your former self.

You were shaking again. You were shaking so bad that your legs gave out from under you and you fell to the floor with a loud thud and a sob. Full blown sobs were coming from your mouth now and they couldn’t stop. You wrapped your arms around your body to try to calm your shakes and cries down but it didn’t seem to be working.

You’d never felt so much pain or shame in your entire life. Why were you doing this to yourself? Why were you letting a man who obviously didn’t give two shits about you tear you apart? Why did you always go back? Why did you let him manipulate you, over and over again?

You didn’t even notice when he walked in. You didn’t notice when he was wrapping his arms around you, begging and pleading with you to tell him what was wrong, to tell him what happened. You only came to when he was calling your name, distress and fear in his voice. Your eyes finally snapped up to him and relief flooded his teary eyes.

“What the fuck happened? What’s wrong?” He was holding your face in his hands, not caring about the snot and tears covering your skin. He looked so stressed, like his whole world was about to come crashing down. And maybe it was.

You looked down and managed to shake your head.

“What’s wrong?” He repeated, more firmly this time.

Your hands were still shaking. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t let him continue to destroy your sense of self, destroy your life, destroy you.

“You are.” You muttered out, still looking at the floor, voice ice cold.

Suguru froze and gave you a stunned look. “I’m…what? I’m lost…” He trailed off. “What do you mean? What about last night?” He seemed to be putting together the pieces of what you were trying to say.

“Fuck last night.” You said, bringing your eyes to his, fury held in them. “It’s not like you meant that shit anyways.” Your hands stopped shaking and were currently balled in fists at your side.

He sat there in silence, still shocked at your words.

You stood up from the floor and got a tissue to wipe the tears from your face. You turned your sink on and splashed your face with cold water, trying to remove the puffiness from your eyes. When you opened your eyes, he was standing behind you, looking at you in the mirror with hurt and anger written all over his face. “What do you mean I didn’t mean it? I was pouring my fucking heart out to you.” He was yelling now. “I meant it. I’m going to change-” You cut him off.

“You’ve had plenty of time to fucking change, Suguru. Two years in fact.” You said, voice laced with anger and hurt. “You expect me to believe you every time you say you're going to change? Everytime you apologize, I’m supposed to just be there, ready to forgive you?” You turned to face him now, wanting to look him straight in the eye.

“No that’s not-” He tried to say but you interrupted him once again.

“Then what the hell is it?” You were yelling now. “You always say you’re sorry but you’re not really remorseful. If you were truly sorry you would leave me the fuck alone!” You were looking at him with so much anger that you swear you could’ve seen fear in his eyes.

“Is that what you want?” He responded, coldly, all emotion gone from his eyes.

You froze. Was it? Were you really done? There was no going back after this. You couldn’t stick up for yourself and create these boundaries just to take them back. You couldn’t take him back. That would make you truly weak.

“It is.” You tried to ignore the piercing pain in your heart as the words came out of your mouth.

You tried to ignore the fast beating of your heart as he looked back at you with such coldness. It was like nothing you said even mattered to him. You tried to ignore the screams from your mind to chase after him as he left your bathroom to dress himself. You tried to ignore the tears streaming down your face as you heard the front door shut. It all became too hard to ignore as your body hit the floor again, sobs escaping you once more.

You woke up on your bathroom floor with a migraine and a heartache. Memories from earlier in the day flooded your mind as you got up and walked in your bedroom to climb into bed. As your body hit the sheets, memories of Suguru taking you over and over again crossed your mind and you shook your head, trying to shake them out of your brain (if that were possible.)

You sighed and realized you should probably check your phone. Your best friend was probably worried about you and as much as you wanted to hide from the world, it wasn’t fair to not let her know you were safe.You braced yourself for the amount of texts and calls you would see from Andrea and wasn’t shocked to see way too many from her. You sighed and quickly dialed her number, even though the last thing you wanted to do right now was talk to anyone.

In Andrea fashion, she picked up on the first ring and immediately started yelling, which caused you to pull the phone away from your ear, wincing.

“Look who finally decided to answer. You have got to be fucking kidding me! You went home with him? Are you out of your Goddamn mind?!” She continued to yell. “I was worried sick about you! Nanami almost went to the police station before you finally responded to me. Not to mention Choso. The poor baby was so worried and afraid something happened to you!”

Your heart sank when you heard that. You forgot all about Choso. The sweet, sexy, quiet man that you left at the club with no explanation. You were so selfish. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company as much as you were enjoying his and you left him hanging.

You waited for her to stop yelling at you before you responded. “Andrea, I’m so sorry. I was fine one second then I wasn’t the next. I started thinking about Suguru and I felt like I was going to throw up so I left. I was drunk out of my mind and I wasn’t thinking.” You begged her forgiveness. “I was having such a good time with him and everything just hit me out of nowhere. I know you did your best to get me to forget about him last night but I just couldn’t.” You explained, your heart strings tugging and voice cracking as you let everything out at once.

She let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I was just worried.” She paused, worry in her voice. “What’s going on? You don’t sound okay. Did he do something to you?” Her voice was rising.

Well, yes. But you couldn’t tell her that. She went out of her way to do nice things for you all day yesterday. There was no way you could tell her you fucked your ex-boyfriend she was trying so desperately to get you forget about last night. There was just no way.

“I’m okay!” You tried your best to sound okay, to sound like your heart wasn’t about to leap out your chest. “Really, I’m okay. Suguru and I are done this time, for real.”

She tried to say something but you cut her off.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You said firmly, breathing starting to roughen again. You didn’t want to cry again.

There was a brief silence on the call before she spoke again. “Okay.” She accepted and you were shocked. She wasn’t one to let things go, but it seems like enough distress was in your voice to make her stop questioning you.

“Well…” She started. “Choso really likes you, just so you know. He didn’t say it, but he seemed genuinely concerned when we couldn’t find you. It was the most emotion I’ve ever seen on his face.” She changed the subject quickly and you almost sighed from relief. You were out the hot seat, well kinda.

“Really?” You entertained her. It’s not like you didn’t find Choso intriguing. You definitely did. He was sexy, attentive, kind, intelligent, and seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. However, you just didn’t know if you had the emotional and mental capacity to deal with another relationship, situationship, whatever. He was fun to talk to, and very fun to flirt with, but right now the thought of dating someone almost made you throw up in your mouth.

“Don’t worry, by the way! I told him you ended up taking an Uber home when you told me Suguru picked you up last night. I didn’t want to ruin your game.” You could feel her smirk through the phone.

‘There’s no game to be played.’ You almost let out, but didn’t. You really didn’t want to let her in on anything right now. All you wanted to do was distract your mind in any way possible, even if that meant entertaining your friend’s failed attempt at matchmaking.

You wanted to take this time to heal, to really better yourself. So that’s what you were going to do.

Maybe.

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Permanent Red Stain: Part 3

(WARNING: TAGS: Slutty, Choso smut, bossy choso, sexy choso , 18+, Rough Sex. Unprotected sex, fluff)

KyiGo, is a woman in her 30's, divorced from her ex after 5 years of marriage, leaving her with a two year old daughter to raise. After a year of being single, trying to find self-love and her self-worth again, she finally wanted to step back out into the world and discover something worth wild. From understanding her hatred to understanding the person that it turned her into, she will always try and do what's best for her baby girl. Even if it meant sacrificing her happiness? Even if that may mean stepping into a new love she never imagined? Or breaking the cycle of being afraid to love again....

“So….what would you say to letting me take you out?” -Choso

“So..Did you fuck her yet?”

“No…Gojo..’DAMNIT’! How many times are you going to fucking ask me that?” Satoru Gojo was the type that gave no fucks when it came to sexual emotion. He was pretty swift at personally turning his emotions off when it came to certain women. Probably because he was hurt so much, and most of it was due to the way he looked and how he carried himself. From my understanding and the little things he's said to be, Sato had a habit of keeping his guard up even if he felt like he was in a position to make the best out of a bad relationship. That was just him. He was waiting for the right one.

Gojo, stood 6’2, blonde, blue eyes and he was a sweet soul. He mostly stayed to himself and worked everyday, every week. He was the official type who liked his peace and so did I. That was probably one of the only things that we had in common.

“Until you tell me that you fucked her….” Gojo was my boy and one of the only people that I actually associated myself with. Satoru was a soft man...and he tried to hide it with everything fiber in his being. Coming to the tattoo shop was a way I could tell that he released his steam from his everyday life. Not that I could blame him for it because I used to be in the same position he was in emotionally.

Preparing my ink needles for tomorrow's appointments, I decided to close up shop early tonight for my date I had scheduled with KyiGo. With Gojo being my left hand man, my brother Yuji would come in tonight and clean up a few retouches I had scheduled. Next to Gojo, Yuji was clean and crips with his work, when he wasn't being a smart ass to all the women who came in. I swear at times the women just came in to fuck with us like we were the “New Blood” in the city. This wasn't motherfucking Vampire Diaries let alone Twilight. So if they weren't with their boyfriends on the weekends, all the local women were hanging out at our shop for the night. (If you get it then you get it. It got to the point to where it was fucking annoying.)

Jumping down into my tattoo chair, almost knocking it off its hinges, Gojo was being too nosey for his own good.

“You going to tell me what she looks like or am I gonna have to guess? You know I don't like guessing…”

I sighed sucking in my bottom lip. Just thinking about what she looked like made my dick hard at times and if Gojo noticed my reaction at the slightest mention of her. “I'm not going to tell you, but I can show you.” Unlocking my phone I handed it to him. I noticed his eyes glimmered and he became quiet. His light blue eyes looked my way with his light bangs slightly pulling a shadow over them. (I've never seen him look at me like this before. Ever. Kinda made me wonder if he knew this girl.)

“Does she know you have a picture of her?” He asked, slightly hanging the phone over his fingers.

I sneered the side of my lip up, snatching my phone back from him, sliding it into my back pocket.

“Of course she does. I actually sent it to her.” (A picture of her and her daughter I took for family-fun day.)

“She's beautiful…” He sighed leaning back in the chair. He turned his head lazily towards me with his arms spread out on the arm rest. He let out a small sigh from the corner of his mouth, throwing his leg around the chair. “Don't fuck this up..Cho.” He stood up patting me on the shoulder and walked over to his station.

My throat all of a sudden became dry, as at the drywall in front of me.

I hope I don't fuck this up….

Yes. He finally had the balls to ask me out because lord knows I didn't have the courage right now. And of course, I said yes…

For the next week whenever I picked my daughter up from school, Choso and I were always caught having a conversation.

Whether if it was about the smallest things, even if it was him complimenting me on any changes I made to my appearance. I could have changed my earrings and he would tell me how pretty they were or how they complimented my skin tone. I noticed my body language started to get more relaxed around him as well. I wasn't as tense as I was from the first time I met him.

And for him having my number…..

He did call me when it came to my daughter. Luri was really a boy in a little girl's body so she was constantly hurting herself while she was at school. But that wasn't any different than it was then when she was at home. She was tough like any other child, but she had her moments when she would cry for me and he wouldn't hesitate to call me to come to the school if need be.

Now when it comes to my ex husband, I don't talk about him. I don't think about him. I don't dream about him. I hardly breathe around him. The only time I communicate with him is for the sake of my daughter and that was it. Anything else was pretty irrelevant. When it came down to our relationship..it was a toxic one. One that I felt like I was alone the whole time and I was the only one doing the work to make it work. I cried so many times thinking to myself that I was a failure and what I was doing wrong. (When in reality it was mainly all him. And it took me to let him go completely to realize that. ) Dealing with someone who couldn't take accountability and never wanted to talk about our issues, was mentally and emotionally draining.. it was over-stimulating in the worst way possible. I knew I wanted something better for myself. A life better for my daughter. I wanted her to see what it was like for someone to love her mother correctly that way in the back of her mind, she would only accept that love in return within her older years. That's all I wanted for my baby girl when that time came.

Saturday night finally hit after a stressful week. It was 8pm. The stars were so bright tonight. Almost like it was a sign that this was the perfect time for our date. We decided to try something different than what we were used to. A coffee and croissant date. I thought it was the cutest idea when he texted and told me the night before. The plan was to meet up around 9pm at Castain Park downtown. This was an open park with a beautiful water fountain in the middle that stood about 20ft high. It was mainly a place where students from the university came to study during the day but at night, it was a ghost town area.

After dropping off my daughter with my sister that night, I spent a good amount of time getting myself prepared for this date. I didn't tell my sister any details about Choso. Yes my sister Dhay and I were really close. We told each other everything even when I would come down to our sex lives, but I didn't include her in any of this yet. I wanted Choso to be all for me at the moment and me only. I wasn't ready to talk about him or introduce him to my family or even my best friend. I just wasn't ready.

I decided on keeping my look clean and simple for the night. Tight white long sleeve, black wide leg pant, black Dynasty Combats, and my fave black trench. The makeup was simple and sweet like honey. Mascara, a couple beauty moles added to the many I already had. A soft red lip with my fenty beauty gloss boom over it. I straightened the top of my hair so it covered some of my undercut, but not the fresh designs I had got cut in layers for tonight's date. I added a touch of my favorite Billie Ellish number 2 perfume. Not too much, but just enough to where he couldn't get enough. All in all, my prescription glasses finished the look. I was so nervous at this point that I could feel my whole body shaking as I stood in front of this 20ft fountain trying to keep warm plus keeping my damn nerves from being shot and walking off. This was the first date I've been on in a while, so you can understand my frustration.

“Hello beautiful…” I felt a small tap on the back of my shoulder and I Instantaneously calmed down. My breathing became shallow and my heart skipped a beat. I turned around, making eye contact with choso. “ I was hoping to make it here before you did.” He said with a slight smirk. (God this man was so beautiful.) Holding a coffee holder with what smells like two Chai lattes and two cinnamon rolls, this angel came prepared. He stood above me with his hair down today, the sides tagged behind his ears, bangs hanging softly over his eyes. A white leather jacket, with a thick black turtleneck sweater. (But not too thick that I couldn't see his build bulging through it.) Light black jeans that cuffed his ass perfectly, so perfectly I could see his print fighting for its life underneath too. Hell yeah baby….you could cut the sexual tension we had with a knife. He sported a pair of black yeezys but to top off his look with a couple of black metal rings and a pair of simple studs in his ear. I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip when I was standing in attention in his sight. I wasn't going to try to hide it. Neither was he as he licked his lips, blushing as he looked down to the ground. “ Hmmp..” that little sligh sound he always makes out the side of his mouth as he rubbed the edge of his bottom lip with his thumb. (I swear…at this point I could feel my body on fire. The things I felt in this moment, were about to push me on the verge of tears)

(…fucking intrusive thoughts…)

Taking the coffee holder out his hand, we started walking to a nearby bench to have a seat. “You look very handsome Choso.” My face turned red as we finally sat down. I handed him his latte and his cinnamon roll. “Thank you Angel Bean.”

Angel Bean? That was a new one. But it was so cute so I couldn't complain. “So what made you pick Castain Park out of all places?” I asked as I slowly sipped my latte and brought it down from my lips, I could feel some about to drip down my chin, but before I could catch it Choso brushed his finger across my chin catching the access with his thumb, then slowly began rubbing it in his inner lip to taste. His gaze then shot up to me, sultry and low, licking his lips after. My panties were instantly wet. So wet that I knew if I weren't wearing jeans, I'd definitely leave a permanent stain.

He leaned back taking the sight in then sighed. “No one really comes here at night so I thought this would be the perfect place for us to get to know each other better.” He sipped his coffee, spreading his legs open.. his knee touching mine. “So how's Luri?”

“Luri?” He was really asking about my daughter. Wow! (Can you be mine now....?)

“Yes Luri”? He giggled.

“She's fine. She's with my sister right now.”

“She's such a good kid. I really enjoy being around her.”

Those words…. Meant a lot to me. Best believe I didn't take those words lightly, but from him you could tell it was sincere. “Yes she is. She's a mommy's baby. She's my everything ..Cho.” I never really discussed my ex with Kamo. He knew very little details but that was something we both knew from body language to never touch. It was the past and it was going to stay there until it was safe to talk about. He looked at me and smiled and I gave him the warmest smile I could, as I enjoyed every bit of his company.

We spent about another hour at the park walking and talking. At one point he grabbed my pinky wrapping around his. I couldn't help but smile. To be honest.. I haven't felt this in a long time.

The feeling of slight comfort and protection.

She really….makes me feel like a normal person. I can't fuck this up. -(Choso)

“Would you like to come to my house for a little? Get you out of this cold weather and warm you up” He asked, rubbing his hands aggressively up and down my back, pulling me into his chest. God… It felt so good…

“Yes, I'd like that!”

Entering his 2024 Honda Crosstour, the car I actually wanted for myself and baby girl, sat up in 17inch rims, was dressed in all black everything. Dark tinted windows and black leather seats. This was my dream car and it was so sexy, especially on him. Dammit … this… this really couldn't be real, especially when he turned the Bluetooth on to Lloyd Swimming Pools. No.. so not . This couldn't be real, but the puddle that decides to drip into my underwear was. Everything was so seductive and quiet about him and it made me so nervous.

The ride to his house was so tense we could have literally fucked in the car in the fifteen minute drive…

It was about a fifteen minute car ride to his house. I didn't pay attention to where we were nor at that moment did I really care. All my little attention was solely on him. His sexy plump lips, his dark hair he went ahead and tied at the top of his head into a messy bun. The muscles that stiffened out his sweater as he opened the passenger door, taking off his leather jacket, while helping me out. He then took my hand walking me up to his pitch black door. I could literally feel my pussy throbbing between my legs just by standing next to him.

Opening the door to his home he let me in first, following me after locking the door behind him. Flipping on a light switch the first thing I noticed was a large, and expensive, off-black stereo system that stood up against the wall that he connected his phone to. It automatically started playing Neyo Say-it ….

(One of my all time favorite songs! Its almost like this man knew exactly what I liked when I needed it ..)

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him drop his jacket to the floor.

“Kyi. Go…” He softly whispered behind me, placing both of his hands around my waist, gripping me tight. His breathing started to get heavier as his grip got even tighter. So tight I could feel his nails slightly dip into my skin.

As I turned around, looking him in his eyes as my body twisted in his grip. “Cho…so..” I said softly as my eyes met his. His eyes low, full of desire and power for me. The type of power a man has when you know he has you right where he wants you. And that's where he had me…

He aggressively leaned in kissing my lips as I let my lips match the movement of his. The kiss was wet and nasty. Our tongues fighting each other as if they were fighting for their lives. “Choso…” I moaned in his mouth, my face pushed forcefully on top of his. My hands grabbed the back of his nape as the kiss reached a deep passion of aggression. He then threw my hands to the side, taking off my coat and throwing it to the ground as our lips were still locked as we leaned back from each other but our tongue tips still touching. Slowly moving his hands down my hip dips, he gripped his fingers under my ass, lifting me up, walking me through a dark hallway. I felt this intense rage throughout my whole body as he carried me. Lifting my shirt over my head, I threw it on the floor and started to get aggressive as I grabbed the side of his face forcing him to put his back against the wall. My mouth went for the right side of his neck, my tongue engulfing every inch of him, as the taste of him rolled up from his collar bone, right below his ear where I softly bit into him.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk….” He moaned out loud still having a grip on me. With his moan I bit harder which caused him to spin me into the wall. I swear for a split moment he had slightly knocked me out but when I came to, his face was not only just worried in that instant but he didn't want it to stop. I could feel the wall dent in behind me as he used one leg to hold me up and used his other hand to tear my bra completely off. His beautiful low eyes stayed fixed on mine as he then carried me to the bedroom.

“Are.. you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you..” He whispered heavily in my ear as he held me in his grip.

“It's okay..” I whispered back. My voice was shaken with anticipation of what was to come next, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Opening the door with one hand he quickly threw me on his bed, taking my underwear off with my pants and shoes. He flipped the light switch on and stood there quietly for a split second, sizing me up while I laid completely naked on his bed.

“You're so fucking beautiful KyiGo and don't ever let anyone ever tell you any different.” I could feel my pussy leaking all over his bed with those words that just came from his lips. My nipples. hard for him. My mouth, watering for him. My mouth needed to taste him and every part of his body needed to feel him. My body was shaking uncontrollably. My pussy throbbed to the point to where it felt like it had a heartbeat of its own.

He began to undress, taking off his sweater and tossing it to the closet door. His body was amazing. Especially the tattoo that tied around his waist. His thick fingers started undoing his belt on his pants, to finally dropping his pants with his underwear to the floor. Stepping out of them he walked up, his dick slapping his inner thighs. His dick was huge and the grith was deliciously thick. My eyes widened with fear at first, but as I calmed down, I felt it was just enough to fill me the way I needed to be filled. I happened to notice he also had a tattoo of a dove right above his waistline. It was so delicate but it was perfect for his stature. I couldn't take my eyes off it as my breathing became heavy, feeling the touch of his cool hands spreading my legs apart.

“Look at me…” He whispered in a soft tone, using one finger to lit my chin up, making full eye contact with him. While using his other hand to take his dick, rubbing it against my sobbing wet clit.

“Yes..Cho..”

“Don't stop looking at me ..”

I nodded. Obeying every command he told me. Gripping the sheets above my head with that one hand, he swiftly interested himself in me with the other.

“Shiiiiiiiit Choso!” I moaned loudly, arching my back as my breast set up straight to his face. In that instant he shot his arm under me thrusting in harder as he groaned steering up the side of his face as he groaned deeply. (God he was so sexy when he made that face.) He moved his grip up my back forcing me to release my arch so now my focus was back on him. My legs arched around his waist pulling him in deeper as my mouth connected back with his. He began to kiss me harder as he hit my spot, moving his throbbing penis in and out of me as my body began to shake with his movements. “You feel so fucking good Choso…”

“ Tell me…” He began to pant, his mouth open as he looked down into my eyes. “ Tell me what you want..” He asked as our bodies continued to rock together, shaking his bed more violently. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you”

“I want you to fuck me Choso…!” He leaned over licking my top lip. His thrust slowed as he wrapped his arm under my leg, pulling them over his shoulder. We both let out a loud Gasp of pleasure as if felt like he was hitting past my g-spot as he sped up. My hips matching his pace the best way they could. “Please Don't ..fucking stop…” I was cut off by my own cry as he bent down placing his tongue in my mouth. Sweat dripped from his forehead to mine.

“ Fuck baby you feel so good.” He placed his other hand down on my stomach to keep me from moving as my clit quickly rubbed up against him as he used his force to move upward. “ Cum for me baby… I need you to cum.” I could tell he was about to give out at any moment as I felt his body shaking. “Fuuuckkk KyiGo you're so wet for me….” I tried to press his body back with my hand but he wasn't fucking having that. He lowered his face to mine, our noses touching. “ Move your fucking hand..” He said in a sultry, sexy ass voice, that made me feel like I had no choice but to obey him. “Now.. be a good girl..” He started moaning loudly.. “ Cum for me..”

I couldn't hold it any longer. Gripping the sheets with both hands, my eyes began to roll in the back of my head. Biting my bottom lips hard I felt my orgasm finally burst from underneath me all over him. My body began to shake violently as he suddenly grabbed my hips, pressing his fingers deep into my sides. My eyes filled with tears and my lips trembled as my pussy started to leak on his dick that was still throbbing inside of me.

“Choso… baby… Im cumming.." I cried out loud as one of my hands tightly gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin.

“Fuuuckk Kyi…Shit….” He groaned out loud as his hot cum shot inside of my wet cunt. My pussy was still milking him dry as his body shook above mine.

He finally dropped my legs to the bed, breathing heavily with an accomplished grin on his face. Our bodies began to twitch with one another as he then collapsed onto me, both of us breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, placing a kiss on top of his head.

Shit….

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