#choso fan fiction

[megamindsecretlair]

Stitch me where my heart bleeds

Pairing: Choso x Black!Fem!Black!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only, MINORS DNI, you are in charge of your own reading experience. Just smut. No thoughts. I get to zooting and the thots write themselves. PIV, fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), cursing, praise kink, slight possession kink, reader is obsessed with her man, needy choso

Summary: It's too damn hot outside. But not hot enough to get loved on by Choso.

Word count: 2,021k

A/N: I was too lazy to get my ass up and type this on a computer. So I take full responsibility for this one. I'm just feral and need my baby 😭

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Like, just imagine that it's a hot summer night right. The type of heat where the fan blows hot air and you lay across your bed with no shirt or bra on. Even your panties were too hot to have on.

But you can't resist laying as close as possible to Choso. His warm chest is against your back. You felt his breath even out as every inch of him molded against every inch of you.

Your poor baby's love language is physical touch. He craved it. And you wouldn't deny him a thing. You played with his hair or scratched his shoulder, reassuring him with small gestures that he's the love of your life.

But like, also imagine that he's in a needy mood. Pushing his hips against yours. Rubbing his fat dick into your ass as he grinds against you. Practically fucking you already.

His large hands grip your hip. His breath tickles your neck. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, smelling your intoxicating eucalyptus and spearmint lotion.

"Choso," you whisper into the quiet night. There was only the whir of the fan above and his breaths against your skin. You moved your arm back so that you could run your fingers through his long, silky hair. You dislodged his careful bun, letting his inky hair spill out over you and the bed.

Choso moaned in your ear and kissed your neck. "Need you," he murmured. His voice was its own aphrodisiac. The rumbling sounds reverberated against your back and sent shivers through your veins.

You moved your hand from his hair to his body and then to his dick. He twitched in your hand and gasped sharply, ending it with a slight moan.

He ran his fingers up and down your side, from the swell of your breasts, past your hip, skating over your thigh and almost touching your knee. Then, he would begin the torture in reverse, trailing a lazy line back to the underside of your breasts, stopping to flick at your hardened nipple.

You moaned and gripped him harder, massaging the base of his dick just the way he liked. He hissed and then released a ragged moan that made you gush.

"You make me so wet, baby," you cooed to Choso.

"Let me feel it," he groaned in your ear. He moved his hand to the apex of your thighs. His fingers played with your wet curls before nudging your pussy lips open and fingering your clit.

He sighed as he made contact and you clenched around nothing, filling up with so much wanton need.

"You're such a good girl, getting so wet so fast for me. That must be a new record, huh?" He asked.

You cried out, body shaking viciously. You spat on your hand and then returned it to Choso's thick dick. He groaned and ground into your hand. Your fingers grazed his balls and he growled in your ear. You huffed a giggle and then returned to stroking his shaft.

"Good girls behave," he said.

"Fuck, yes, Choso. I'll be good, I swear," you moaned.

Choso used his middle finger to circle your clit in tight circles, applying pressure and it made you see stars. You were close to cumming. So close to that sweet relief.

"You promise to be good?" He asked.

You nodded. His shifted his position, bringing his other arm around your neck. He used his thumb to trace your lips.

"I can't hear you," he said and grunted as you played with his tip. Beads of precum gathered, enough for you to fully lubricate the head. Your flicked your thumb against the tip and he moaned.

You sucked his thumb into your mouth. "Yes, I promise to be good," you managed to say.

"Yeah? Be good for me and cum on my fingers?" He asked.

He slipped his fingers from your clit to your pussy, plunging two fingers inside of you.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" Your body exploded on his fingers. Your essence soaked his fingers, down to the knuckle. Sweat beaded against your skin, sticking you to him molecule by molecule.

He pumped his fingers into you, moving his hips in much the same rhythm. It was difficult to concentrate on getting him off by your hand when your world was falling apart.

Atoms burst apart in your vision, breaking the known universe down piece by tiny piece. Your body twitched and jolted. You flopped, back bowing, as the powerful orgasm ripped through you.

As it's cruelly delicious grip on you lessened, you fell back onto the bed with a heavy pant, trying to suck in all the oxygen that leaked from your brain.

You twitched with aftershocks, and Choso pressed kisses to your warm brown cheeks. "So good. So well. You did so great, baby. I'm so proud of you," he said in between kisses.

His kisses grew louder in nature, wet smacks filling the room. The whir of the fan did shit all to cool you down, but it was almost enough to get the air moving.

Your brain short circuited as he heaped you with praises. Telling you how proud he was, how he had so much faith in you. "You did so well, baby. You deserve another one," he said, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. Your skin tingled there and you half sighed, half laughed.

Choso removed his fingers from your dripping pussy and brought it to his lips. He took his time sucking on his fingers, moaning at your taste. Whatever he couldn't get to, he circled around your nipples.

You twisted your thick thighs together, needing friction and relief. You felt bad but you gave up trying to get him off. You'll pay him back later. You'll suck the curse out of his damn body if it meant that he'd let you cum again right this second.

"You're so good to me, baby," you moaned.

You licked his thumb, resting on your lips. He nibbled on your ear as he nudged your legs apart.

"You ready for this dick?" He asked.

He moved your panties aside and slipped his dick through your wet folds, a soft smacking sound reaching your ears.

You gasped at the heavenly sensation. It felt good but it wasn't enough, ultimately. You needed more. You needed him to get as close as possible. You needed to stitch your hearts together and forever live in the comfort of his body.

"Yes, baby. Yes, please. Please fuck me, please. I'm so needy," you begged and pleaded.

A deep ache settled right down to your bones. You clutched and gripped at the dark sheets beneath you, nails pawing at the linen.

"I love it when you beg," he groaned. He lined himself up to your entrance, slipping easily inside of you. You gasped at the thickness of him. The size of him.

"Fuck, pleaaaase," you cried. Fuck if you knew what you were begging for now. For him to speed up? For him to slow down? You'd be lucky if you knew your own name should someone ask right now.

All you knew was that he felt so fucking good. He tightened his arm around your throat, placing enough pressure on your throat to take notice, but leaving you enough room to breathe comfortably. He had amazing self control and balance.

He slipped further inside, shoving into your warm, wet walls. He groaned with every inch gained, every centimeter further inside. "So fuckin' good. Ugv, taking me too well."

His large hand encircled your breast, squeezing, as he moved inside of you. If you squinted hard enough, he was kissing the edge of your cervix and you came on the spot.

"Oh, FUCK!" You yelled. God, this hurt. This was glorious. You couldn't breathe. Who the hell needed oxygen? You were ripped apart by each wave of pleasure that coursed through you.

"Made f'me," he groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hair spilled over your chest, tickling your breasts. Your breaths came out in choppy waves. Your nails dug half moon marks into his thigh, lightly dusted with hair.

"C-Ch-Choso," you sobbed on his dick.

Whether it was your cry or the way you gripped his dick, either could be the cause for Choso whimpering his way to an orgasm, spilling hot cum into you.

You matched him with moans and curses. And whatever other kind of sounds you didn't know you could make.

His hips slapped roughly against your ass. "Fuuuuck," he groaned.

You gripped him tighter, clenching with all your might as if you could trap him there. Trap him in that singular moment where you were as close as you could be to him. Sometimes it downright hurt your heart that you couldn't get closer.

Choso came down from his high, stilling against your body as he huffed and panted. He once more gave you gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks. He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"You did so well, baby. Thank you. Thank you for being my good girl."

Your brain went fuzzy around the edges. You melted against him, no longer in your body but in some other ethereal place. You should've never told him about your praise kink. Now he used it whenever possible to torture your mind as often as he tortured your body.

"Thank you, baby," you told him.

Choso slipped out slowly, like he was trying to imprint this sensation or moment on his dick and relive it again. He sighed when he finally popped free.

A rush of cum leaked out behind him and you groaned, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "Fuck," you whispered.

Choso stood up from the bed and then roughly opened your legs so that he could watch his cum leak out of you. He encouraged you to push as much out as you could. He liked seeing your pussy clench over and over as you tried to work him out of you.

You felt light-headed and free. Like you were soaring through a field of clouds. When nothing else leaked out, Choso stood up and went to the bathroom.

He came back into the room and gently wiped your skin down with a cool cloth. You moaned for the hit of relief you got from that small act.

He wiped between your legs, taking time to thoroughly clean you up. He rubbed the rough cloth against your pussy, giving you an extra sensory that made you bite the sheets. A thread of drool connected you to the bed.

"You did so well baby. I think we can do one more," he moaned.

"I can't, baby. Ouuee, baby don't make me."

He increased pressure of the cloth against your clit, rubbing circles and started a fire low in your belly. Your clit throbbed under his careful ministrations.

"I can't make you do something you already want to do. You want to give me one more," he said. It wasn't a question. He was telling you. Was telling you that he knew your body better than you did.

Your knees jerked as that realization hit you like a truck. And fuck if he wasn't right.

Delicious pain twisted your lower belly, desire pooling in between your thighs. You were on fire. So fucking hot that your lips burned.

"Cum for me, baby. Be good for me," he said.

On command, your orgasm ripped out of you. You cried and chanted his name.

"That's right, tell me who owns this pussy. Who owns this good pussy?" He asked.

You struggled to tell him that he does. That you were his good girl and he owned you body and soul. You couldn't communicate any of that. 100% of your focus was to survive your climax and breathe. Two very important things.

Choso wiped away your lingering essence. He retreated to the bathroom before joining you back in bed.

Without words, you seamlessly matched your heartbeat with his. You grew drowsy, yawning every few moments. Your leg twitched once as you drifted off into blissful, fucked out, sleep.

The end!

Sorry for any mistakes, I typed this on my phone.

The Secret Choso Files

[peachsayshi]

Hi love! 🧡 Could i ask for some Choso with the prompt "finally kissing, after a long time of pining" pretty please? I struggled between a few choices but I'm always a sucker for some mutual pining

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⥽ notes: tension; yearning/needy choso; virgin!choso; established friendship; suggestive

the bed feels smaller with choso settling in, his well built frame easily taking up most of the space. you nervously snuggle underneath the cover, mindlessly smoothing out the sheet in front of you and keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling to avoid gazing at your crush.

half-human, half curse; but wholeheartedly the most beautiful soul you've ever laid your eyes on.

it's the third night, your last one together, and with the mission coming to an end you'll be back home before you know it. however, it still doesn’t erase the tension that’s been simmering over the past forty eight hours, and when you accidentally brush your bare shoulder against choso’s, you feel it all spark once again.

"sorry," he states apologetically and making the heat rise up your neck, "I can sleep on the couch if it's better for you..."

"don't be ridiculous," you scold playfully despite your voice wavering, "I can barely fit on that thing, much less force you to sleep on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

his gentle tone grabs your attention and forces you to turn to him. his face is partially illuminated by warm light, a noticeable blush highlighting his cheeks which is framed by his black hair that falls freely down his neck.

your eyes dip to his exposed shoulders and upper chest, lingering on the prominent muscles. "I'm fine, I promise," you reply a little breathless and squeeze your thighs together.

he’s suggesting the alternative now,because the first night was spent with the two of you in this very same position, only choso was asking a lot of questions…

questions regarding human intimacies; about their needs, their lust, their hunger...

you can't help but be empathetic about his curiosity. after all, his mind is governed by two completely polarizing forces.

the conversation was innocent at first, but he made a bold declaration that sent shivers all over your body.

"I feel an ache whenever I'm around you," he confessed, "I can't explain it,"

"It's natural," you attempted to explain, keeping a neutral tone while brushing aside the way your cheeks stung. "sometimes I feel it too..."

"why does it happen?"

you can only shrug your shoulders, unable to fully define the laws of attraction to the man you longed for the most. he left you speechless with his admittance of yearning for you, and last night was stifling to the point where the both of you were completely on edge with each other.

the memory of that conversation now plagues your mind, and you can see it reflecting clearly within choso's dark eyes.

he's thinking about it too, recalling all the tidbits of information that you shared with him and carefully piecing it together.

“you seem a bit squished,” he states with concern, pinching his brows adorably as he shifts to lay on his side. the warmth of his palm finds your waist, and he carefully pulls you closer into him so you're rested more comfortably. “don’t want you falling off the bed…”

face to face, you both stare longingly at one another for minutes, like you're trying to pluck at the seams to find evidence of where this gnawing pain even begins.

teetering on the precipice of a very long drop, you lick your lips absentmindedly when you realize that choso's palm is still on your waist, his thumb now drawing tiny circles.

"this is better, right?"

he's so close that you can feel the vibration of his deep voice run right through you. "yeah," you sigh, inching even further into his touch, and boldly taking the leap as you arch your pelvis against his. "yeah, much better..."

your name sounds heavenly from his lips as he exhales from the contact, and you stifle another moan feeling his prominent bulge rub up against you.

"is this desire?" he murmurs into your lips, "is this why I ache?"

"cho-choso..." you stutter, but grow still when you feel him gently press his lips onto yours.

silence veils your loud thoughts. his kiss is so tender, so pure, motivated out of sheer instinct and nothing else. it's such a gentle act, one that brushes over your lips far too quickly that you find yourself tilting your chin up in search for him when he pulls away.

"it's only you," he groans with a twinge of frustration. "I only feel this way about you,"

he leans in again, this time allowing the kiss to linger, and you eagerly let him explore your lips, tasting his saccharine inexperience with every peck.

"this is how we satisfy those feelings, right? isn't that what you said?" he presses, begging for answers as his hand slips underneath your top to brush strokes along your lower back.

a tightness coils inside your lower belly, and you're only able to manage a hazy, "mhmm" in response.

"show me," he pleads, collapsing the weight of his body onto yours as he repositions himself over you, "please, show me,"

he looks unreal above you - a physical embodiment of divinity and sin. the breathtaking image of his angelic expression is constrasted harshly against that wild, lustful gaze, making it impossible for you to even deny his request.

half human, half curse; but as you nod your head and guide his lips back onto yours, you knew that moving forward all of him would forever belong to you.

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[mullermilkshake]

Prince Choso

You're just a servant girl, what could the Prince possibly need?

“What does his Majesty require, Lord Eso?” You said, trailing behind him with your hands by your side.

He never replied, nor did he look at you, carrying on down the long path to the grand hall entrance. The atmosphere grew heavy as the enormous doors heaved and creaked open, slowly widening to reveal the throne at the end. 

Where Prince Choso sat. 

Lord Eso guided you along the gold laced carpet down the middle over the marble floor, cushioning your bare feet from the intense coldness underneath. Lord Kechizu sat on the sidelines, clapping his hands together with glee over something you had no knowledge of. Prince Choso never moved, nor did he fully acknowledge your presence. He sat, longingly gazing into the distance with the clamour of wood echoing closed behind you. 

You curtsied, as you were expected to. “Your majesty.” 

The moments leading up to the Prince to speak were immense, seeming like a lifetime. He sat, face vacant with his head tilted on top of his closed fist. “Time is extraordinary, isn’t it? To see you from a mere girl, to become a woman.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond, only stuttering left your mouth in a fit of confusion. The Prince had never said such a thing in your presence, nor in the royal court while you served. 

“I have known, since my own sexual awakening, that I would make you my wife.” 

Wife?  You were a servant girl. Not worthy of such a thing. But also, your heart was already promised to another. 

“Y-your Majesty. I am not w-worthy.” You curtsied once more. 

Lord Kechizu chuckled hungrily, slapping his hands together as he jumped, coming closer to you in an instant. “She’s speechless, brother! Just look at her face!”

“Your majesty.” You began, choosing to ignore the happy Lord. “With greatest respect, I am already betrothed-“

"Not any more.” With a snap of his fingers, two guards emerged from behind him, dragging a lifeless body behind them. “That man is not worthy of your affection.”

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[heldbykento]

⋆୨୧˚ — “LET ME SHATTER INTO YOU”⋆˚

word count: 1332

no warnings just some light angst :3 cheater!choso x lovesick!reader, kinda ooc (woopsie)

author’s note: guys i didn’t proofread this and i was half asleep writing it!!!!!! i might delete this LOL so if ur seeing this rn ily and pls lmk if it sucks! goodnight <33

the relationship you and choso had was straight out of a romance novel. you could brag to your minimal amount of friends about how you two never argued, and mean it.

sure, you bickered about opinions you didn’t agree on but, that’s just normal shit that happens to everyone. choso refused to ever argue with you, he only “communicated”.

meaning he would sit you down in your guys’ living room and talk to you about whatever bothered him, while trying not to cry in front of you.

you thought it was sweet, how vulnerable he was and how he wasn’t afraid to show emotions. thought it was romantic.

—

“choso.” you said bluntly as you stood behind where he was seated on the couch, staring at his back with your phone clutched in your hands; knuckles plastered white.

a week prior to this situation, you were with a friend in the library of your university… studying for God knows what. when suddenly she just, stares at you as if she’s about tell you someone close to you died.

“y/n, i need you to listen to me and you can’t like, go nuts or anything, okay?” she said to you with a very worried expression, more-so scared than sympathetic.

you gave your friend a raised brow, laughing nervously at the situation because it seemed very out of the blue. everything was going great, end of your junior year of college and you’re passing every class, you got a promotion at work, and…

you and your boyfriend were doing great, right?

“okay,” your friend started off by asking you a simple question. “do you know someone named ‘yuki’?”

she explains that when she was out with some classmates at a bar, someone dragged their mutual friend along named, “yuki” and she was bragging about this guy she was seeing. saying how he had a girlfriend but she didn’t know, and she would never know.

saying that the relationship was “loveless” and he was so bored. but couldn’t muster up the courage to leave.

your friend gave you a look, as if she wanted to say something but she knew how you were. so she didn’t. you just stared at her in silence for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek, nails digging into your palms.

—

now you’re here, staring at the back of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriends head. tears welling up in your eyes and a huge lump forming in your throat. but you couldn’t cry, you had to keep your utmost composure because you can’t cry over a cheater, how would your mother feel? you had to be strong.

you can’t cry. even though you have been up almost every night since then in the bathroom, seated on the floor, head in your hands, opposite from the door so he wouldn’t hear your aggressive sobs.

“what’s up, baby?” choso asked, not looking up from his laptop. when you just stood there in silence, not answering his question, he eventually turned around to meet your cold, teary-eyed stare.

the way he could still call you that name without an ounce of guilt, it made you feel like someone had just pierced a thousand daggers into your heart.

his brows furrowed in confusion, when he noticed your unusual expression, he stood up and made his way towards you. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked you softly, reaching for your hands but you keenly pulled them away before he could even touch you.

“how long?” you muttered, staring up at choso and reluctantly taking a small step back from him, the way he was so close to you made you want to throw up. because you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he was this close to another woman. holding her the way he would hold you, putting his lips on hers the same way he always did to you. saying all the things he said to you, to her.

again, he gave you a very puzzled look. as if you were speaking to him in a completely different language. “baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in a more whined tone, reaching for your hands again, then sighing in defeat when you would pull away. it wasn’t like you to act this way, not with him. so he was completely dumbfounded.

“y/n why won’t you hold my hand, can you talk to me, baby, please?” he tried to step closer to you, and the situation was overwhelming you. your heart was beating out of you and your ears started to ring, you couldn’t control the tears anymore.

why did he do this? what did she have that you didn’t? how could he throw away 5 years of a relationship for some girl? who even was she?

all these questions and you desperately needed answers. but how could you get answers if you could barely even look at him, let alone finish your conversation.

“how long have you been seeing her, choso?”

silence. so silent you could hear the fan running in the other room.

he stared at you. frozen in place with his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.

“please, just answer me, please. please… tell me it isn’t true. tell me you still love me.”

the silence that fell between the two of you for so long was deafening. you could hear him swallow dryly from how dead it was. he just stared at you, as if you had said something so out of this world.

but the silence was all you needed to prove your point. he didn’t truly love you. something in your brain told you that if he did love you, he would speak up and explain himself. reassure you that this wasn’t true and that he loved you so much. he could never do something so inhumane. but he’s a man. what’d you expect? for him to be different? to treat you in a way you thought you deserved?

he couldn’t stand watching you cry like this in front of him, he knew what he did. he knew what he was doing while he was doing it. and he couldn’t explain to you why.

choso just couldn’t give you the answers you wanted. and it broke his heart to see his perfect girl choking out sobs because of his shitty decisions.

“y/n. i— i don’t know why i did it. i can’t give you an explanation. i just…” he looked away from you, not being able to look into your big, glossy and sad eyes. he was a coward. he couldn’t deny it.

you couldn’t help feeling like your world was ending, like the earth stopped spinning. his words were like a punch to the gut.

you were just punishing yourself, thinking what could you have done to make him happier, constantly comparing yourself to that blonde doll who swept him away in ways you never could.

there was no fixing it. the both of you went to bed away from each other that night, him on the couch and you, clutching a pillow at your chest and crying into it until you fell asleep at a late hour.

he had snuck into bed eventually, the way he held you in his arms made you tense up. as upset as you were, you needed it the most right now. you were pretending to be asleep, but his presence behind you woke you up almost immediately.

choso had muttered something into the back of your neck, a soft apology. pleading for you to stay with him and forgive him. his lips were brushing against your skin with every word, almost as if he was praying to get you back. he needs you in his life, he knows that and he’ll never be afraid to admit it.

regardless of the lust he poured into that other woman, it will never compare to the love and passion he feels towards you, his perfect girl.

his one and only.

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SFW Alphabet - Choso Kamo (?)

I had so much fun making the SFW Alphabet for Nanami a little while back. I'm considering doing Choso's next.

I have been obsessed with both he and Nanami, but I feel like Choso doesn't get as much love/content. What do you think? 🤔

I mean. Just. Look at this man. Look. At. Him. Precious baby. Baby boi.

Y'all would anyone be interested in this, or am I out to lunch, here?

[remain-simple]

heyyyy! I posted a new canon-compliant (ish) #chosoyuki fic, in case you wanna check it out.

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I'm trying to start out writing, and idk if I can. I feel so... embarrassed and out of my zone.

Like... a full ass fanfiction about Choso. Maybe even a girl!dad Choso. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

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Every. Damn. Time.😞

When you just want to read fluffs but theres a shit ton of smut of the character:

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The Secret Choso Files

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Choso x Black!reader Fics

Stitch Me Where My Heart Bleeds

[peachsayshi]

I'm more interested in hearing ur hcs for JJK as dads:)

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ girl dad hc's (gojo, geto, nanami, choso) ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

...gojo stares at his baby girl like she's the secret to the universe's mysteries. there is no denying his strong attachment towards her, which is why the first thing he does when he returns home from a long trip away is see her. he watches with big, proud eyes as she waddles over to him, her small feet pattering lightly against the wooden floor of your home. she's still figuring out her words, squealing with excitement as he meets her halfway with two long strides. he arches his tall body forward, scooping her up in his arms before smothering her with kisses on each cheek.

she's so happy when he’s around, and it makes your chest feel tight, your ribs unable to contain the love pouring out from the valves of your heart.

"god, I missed my girls..." satoru breaths as she wraps her arms around his neck and rests her cheek on his shoulder. he turns on his heel to look at you, eyes filled with devotion and sheer gratitude. he places such a sweet, tender kiss on your lips before stating, "maybe we should take a vacation soon, just the three of us."

...geto thinks it's strange that only two years ago he regarded you as a stranger. now, you're fast asleep on his sofa, with mimiko on your lap and nanako on your shoulder. he checks the time to see just how late it is before turning off the tv and reaching for mimiko first. he brushes the hair away from her face, carefully lifting her up while smiling to himself when he feels her body naturally seek out his. the vacancy prompts you to flutter your eyelashes open, adjusting to the darkness of the room, and by the time you're fully aware of what's going on, you notice that he's picking up nanako as well.

"easy, sweetheart," he whispers softly, "just taking them to bed."

you meet him in his room afterwards, taking his hand as he draws you onto his lap. you rub your tired eyes as you mumble a hello, feeling his gentle kiss travel down the column of your neck, while his delicate fingers slip underneath your shirt to sprawl across the bump of your belly. he sighs into your neck, easing his mind of the noisy thoughts as he touches the life he's created with you.

...nanami arches his brow at the distraught expression on his daughter's face, her cheeks are so pink and her eyes are still welling with hot tears. the look is enough to crumple him like he's a flimsy sheet of paper, but he's holding his composed expression as to not worry her. instead, he shifts his attention down to the open wound on her knee - a nasty little cut unfortunately, but one that he's already carefully cleaned up. "there now, my darling..." he soothes with his deep voice, as he thoughtfully places the band aid over the injury, "we're all done."

she's still sniffling, her hands gripping tightly onto her dress. "still hurts, papa..." she whimpers. he eases the tension between his brow, before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her knee. "better?" he asks, gazing up at her from underneath his blonde lashes, but she simply bites her lip and shakes her head no.

nanami picks her up, holding her close to his chest as he holds a pensive look on his face. "what else can we possibly do, hmm?" he coos into her temple as he leaves another kiss in place. she continues to sniffle, tiny hands clutching onto his shirt which she uses to wipe away her falling tears. "uhm, maybe...maybe we can get ice cream?"

her innocent tone is enough to make him smile with relief, and he glances over his shoulder to catch you shaking your head playfully in his direction, but even you can't stop yourself from grinning as you watch your baby girl twist your husband around her little finger.

...choso smiles at his daughter's reflection in the mirror. her hands reach for the pig tails in her hair, and she touches it before turning over her shoulder to gaze up at him. "I look like you, papa!" she remarks with pure joy, and choso can't help but bend over and kiss the top of her ahead affectionately. "you're the prettiest girl in the world, precious."

her cheeks turn rosy from how bright she's smiling. she stands on her feet, barely able to make direct eye contact with her father who is seated cross legged with his body upright. he has to hunch over a little, obliging her demand of placing his jaw against the palms of her delicate hands so she can hold him. "no, you're the prettiest in the world," she responds and the man melts into her touch almost instantly. he circles two fingers around her wrists to kiss her digits, then leaning forward to plant another one on the tip of her nose. "I'm afraid there's no competition."

she babbles on as he looks at her with amusement. fatherhood was never part of his plan, and he wasn't even sure how he would take to it when you told him you were pregnant, but it’s been four years down the line and he's the happiest he's ever been. he can hear you call for them from the kitchen, and carries his daughter in his arms before exiting the bedroom.

he seats her comfortably on the dining chair, lightly pinching her cheek as he announces that he will be right back. he finds you in the kitchen scooping out rice into the bowl, and takes the opportunity to circle his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you ease into his embrace as you serve the last amount before tilting your head slightly to kiss him softly on the cheek, "something on your mind?"

he sighs heavily when you turn on your heel, stealing a kiss in between before murmuring sweetly against your lips: "I want another baby"

[pancakeszs]

best friends older brother!choso headcanons

♡best friends older brother!choso x reader

♡ word count: 0.4k

♡ warnings: making out, kissing, fluff

♡ synopsis: your best friend is yuji itadori and his brother is whipped for you

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, translate, or edit)

best friends older brother!choso who immediately formed a crush on you the first time you came over to yuji’s house to watch a movie.

best friends older brother!choso who always finds an excuse to linger in the kitchen when you’re over so he can take in your beautiful laugh.

best friends older brother!choso who loves to listen to your rants when yuji isn’t interested in hearing them.

best friends older brother!choso who is too scared to ask you out because he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship with his brother.

best friends older brother!choso who is oblivious to your longing stares and lingering touches.

best friends older brother!choso who is shocked when you ask him if he wants to hangout, just the two of you.

best friends older brother!choso who eagerly accepts but quickly worries about what his brother would think.

best friends older brother!choso who agrees that it might be best to keep your feelings for each other under wraps.

best friends older brother!choso who wants to kiss you so badly but doesn’t want to overstep.

best friends older brother!choso who brings you back to his house since yuji isn’t home.

best friends older brother!choso who shyly asks if he can kiss you.

best friends older brother!choso who tries so hard not to show how excited he is when you say yes.

best friends older brother!choso who kisses you softly, fearing that you’ll realize that you don’t want him.

best friends older brother!choso who indulges in your kisses as they become more heated.

best friends older brother!choso who groans at the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair.

best friends older brother!choso who curses to himself when the doorbell rings, not wanting to stop kissing you just yet.

best friends older brother!choso who runs down the stairs to check who’s at the door so he can return to you as quickly as possible.

best friends older brother!choso who’s stomach drops when he finds yuji at the door.

best friends older brother!choso who begins to panic when yuji steps inside knowing that you’d be coming down any minute to check what was up.

best friends older brother!choso who almost pushes yuji out when he sees you peeking out behind the stairs and watching your eyes widen when you see yuji.

best friends older brother!choso who stops breathing for a moment when he hears his brother exclaim “i knew it!”

best friends older brother!choso who lets out a sigh of relief when yuji says he has no problem with the two of you being a couple.

best friends older brother!choso who is the best boyfriend ever while your friendship with yuji still prospers.

[megumifuckmeguro]

Respect to all fan-fiction writers but I wish to see the emphasis of jjk men holding back their strength during sex.

Like Toji or Gojo are fully aware that they could batter your pussy with their strength if they are not careful, so they choose to restrain themselves, even in their heats of passion because they know they are capable of actually hurting you. If they did use their raw power, you would literally die.

He knows that the dominance and roughness he gives you is nothing compared to what he does to his enemies. He would never use full force, even if he felt like it, and you could feel him hold back with every indecisive thrust. And that is hot, guys

The choice of restraint is hot.

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Applies to Choso, Nanami Gojo Sukuna Toji Getou

anyone hot and strong <3

[nevermeyers]

Yeah, I know I said I'd keep quiet about it because I plan on ignoring the ending. I've done it plenty of times, even with books I consider my favorites. "Oh this book is so good, it's one of my faves... How does it end? I don't remember." I'm going to do that with jjk because I've done it more times. Anyways.

Seriously, where's the character development? Why dedicate an entire chapter to showing how much criticism affects you and making excuses for your narrative instead of fixing it? Gege could have written about the characters and their problems, their worries, their evolution even while talking about how the politics of jujutsu world are changing rn.

What are Nobara's thoughts right now? There could have been an entire chapter dedicated to her character to fill in the gaps and finish defining her, what about her mother? How does she feel about her childhood friends? What are her plans now?

What about Megumi? Yeah, seeing him laugh was therapeutic, but honestly his character hasn't had the development/ending I expected. The timeskip was weird, his acting is literally the same as the beginning of the manga. It feels like I'm reading the same person who appeared in chapter one and not a traumatized boy who is learning to live. Where is Itadori teaching him that it's actually worth moving on? Where's the whole PTSD thing I'm sure he has? (fuck megumi haters btw fuck them, and fuck the way they victim blamed a kid). What are his thoughts about Gojo? About Sukuna?

Yuuji... Our mc. I was expecting to see him mourning Choso, mourning Gojo. But no, apparently it's more important to explain that there was a secret society (lmao) than to have him show respect and tears for those people he loved. His family, who he never got to spend time with, and his sensei, who decided not to execute him and who taught him almost everything he knows. I wanted to see him taking his friends to the movies to see some B-movie horror instead of going through the horror of watching characters insult him and tell him that it's better if he were dead.

And yes, I know there are two chapters left and some of the things I mention here might appear, but we've already wasted our time with one chapter, that's many pages. There won't be time to fix whatever is this. I feel bad :/

Now, one of the things that bothers me the most is that there are characters that were implied to be dead and now suddenly appear alive. I thought this was about letting the new generations create a fair world, but no. Do you know which character bothers me the most? Mei Mei. No, I'm not against someone writing sa/csa in fiction as long as it's not romanticized (I accept the unreliable narrator because that happens a lot irl and it's sad). The thing is that Mei Mei literally embodies the values ​​of the jujutsu world. In the jujutsu clans there was everything, sexism, abuse, neglect and most likely incest since (at least that's how I see it) they are like the monarchies of the Middle Ages. Mei Mei is the embodiment of all those rotten values ​​that Gojo hated, that the new generations are destined to eradicate. Seriously. What is she doing alive? Take her out rn. Gojo didn't die for this.

I read someone saying that maybe the point of this chapter isn't to break the cycle, but to repeat it. I have to say that I'm a big fan of that trope! It reminds me that humans repeat the same mistakes, but even if that were the point I think it wouldn't be well written.

There came a point in the story where both options: love is worthless and love is worth it were acceptable by the end of the manga. This is the ending where love is worth it, but why hasn't anything changed? The characters we saw in 269 are almost exactly the same we saw in chapter number one.

If this is a story about how love is worth it, accept the consequences and write characters who, thanks to love, move forward and build a new world instead of neutralizing any kind of development

[pyrettawychwiggin]

JJK Men - They Surprise You By Playing An Instrument (With Spotify Links)

Bonus: What do their singing voices sound like? 🎤

Includes: Gojo, Megumi (aged up), Nanami, Geto, Choso

- Each entry has a little mini-story to go along with it. If people enjoy this series, I may write a series about their reactions to you surprising them with your musical skills.

If y'all want to see entries for other characters that haven't been listed in this post, let me know in the comments and I may continue the series ♡ (Tumblr has a limit on the number of music tracks, so I had to keep it a bit short, here)

• Part 1 - Surprising You (Gojo, Megumi, Geto, Kento, Choso)

• Part 2 - Coming Soon...

Entries are below the cut.

Gojo Satoru | Multi - Talented

Gojo is a jack of all trades, but a master of none (aside from his vocals, which are completely flawless). He can play a little bit of everything from piano to guitar, from drums to violin. He also plays a small amount of a few assorted instruments like the theremin and the accordion; not because he wanted to specifically learn how to play them, but for the sole purpose of breaking out one of those skills to shock and amuse the people around him. That's just how he rolls (that and he doesn't keep at each instrument for long before he loses interest and moves on to something else).

Can he sing? 🎤 His singing is his best instrument by far. Between his effortlessly cool demeanor and natural vocal chops, he's basically an idol; and he has the dance moves to match. His voice is smooth, and he is always perfectly on-key, even if he's dancing. While he can pull off any style of music, pop (specifically k-pop and j-pop) is where he shines the most.

('Open Mind' - WONHO)

Preface: you and Gojo have known each other for a couple years, and he has been particularly flirty with you for the past few weeks, turning what was a casual friendship into an ongoing game of cat-and-mouse to see who'll confess their feelings first.

You and Satoru sat side-by-side in the karaoke booth with your drinks, joking and laughing about your latest mission. It was karaoke night, and everyone was letting loose, belting out some classics and getting completely wasted.

"Yeah, no - I was out," you laughed. "Like, out-out."

"Just like that?!" Satoru let out a mock gasp. "I thought you were supposed to be invincible! That curse should've taken you five minutes tops."

"Um. Excuse me - that was a special grade, thankyouverymuch," you flicked the sorcerer on the forehead with a fake scowl. "Not all of us can be 'the strongest,' yeah?"

"So what happened next?" Satoru chortled, resting his chin on his knuckles as he gave you his rare, undivided attention. "You know - after you had your gorgeous ass handed to you."

"Pfft - well, Nanami managed to save my gorgeous ass right in the nick of time," you guffawed, taking another gulp of your drink. "He's a stick-in-the-mud, but damn if he isn't the most efficient sorcerer I've ever met."

"Second most efficient...?" Satoru leaned against your shoulder, pulling the side of his blindfold down to reveal a single blue eye with impossibly long snow-kissed eyelashes, batting it comically up at you with a pout.

"I said what I said," you poked him in the nose and stuck out your tongue.

"E m o t i o n a l d a m a g e !" He cried with an expression of mock horror before gesturing to himself with a flourish. "You really gonna pick Nanamin over all this?!"

Before you could answer, one of your colleagues called out. "Gojo! You're on-deck!"

"Yeah! Got it!" Satoru waved at the voice before returning his attention back to you, winking with a smirk. "Any requests?"

"My vote's for 'Barbie Girl," you shrugged with a sly grin. "But I've got half a mind to dare you to Rickroll the place. I've never even heard you sing, come to think of it."

"You're in for a treat then, sweetness."

He slid out of his seat and stretched, blowing you a kiss before setting his blindfold on the table in front of you. He gave you a knowing smile with a wink of his devastatingly blue eyes, and you shook your head with a blush. He knows exactly what those eyes do to me. Bastard...

You watched him take his place in front of the small, familiar crowd, raising an eyebrow as he settled into a starting pose, microphone in-hand.

As the music started playing, you raised an eyebrow at Satoru's perfect, suave dance maneuvers, but this wasn't overly surprising. You'd been out dancing with him before, so you already knew he had moves - but when he opened his mouth and started singing, your jaw hit the floor.

Every note was perfect, almost as if he was lip-syncing, but you could never mistake the energy and charisma of his voice, even when he sang. Despite the fact that he was dancing perfectly, his tone never wavered in the slightest. You found yourself cheering him on alongside your colleagues when the music swelled into an interlude.

He approached your section of the table, making direct eye contact with you as he continued, leaning over the surface and drifting his hand across your cheek as he sang directly to you. He hovered an inch away from your lips before returning to the floor to finish the song, leaving you breathless.

He hit his final pose to enthusiastic applause and handed the microphone to the next person. Settling back into the booth beside you, he let out a puff of air to flutter his bangs out of his crystalline eyes.

"Be honest - you're a Gojo stan, now," he chuckled, tossing his arms behind his head with a prideful wiggle.

"This booth is way too small for your ego to get any bigger than it already is," you teased. You grabbed his blindfold and started fitting it over his head, pulling it down over his eyes before leaning in and planting your lips softly on his. The moment your mouth was on his, it's as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life, sparing no time in wrapping one arm around your waist to pull your chest into his, his other hand resting on your jaw so he could deepen the kiss. When you started to pull away, he pulled your head right back, kissing you with a hunger that made your head spin. "Not done, yet."

The two of you basically made out for a few more minutes before you finally stopped, breathing heavy, forehead-to-forehead. Satoru let out a breathless chuckle.

"I need to sing for you more often..."

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Megumi Fushiguro | Cello

Preface: you and Megumi have been acquaintances for a while, but have started to get closer over the past year. You are both comfortable around the other's presence, and while you both clearly seem to have deeper feelings for each other, you've both been dancing around the idea of 'more' for weeks, maybe even months.

('Darkside - For Cello and Piano' - GnuS Cello)

You waited at the foot of the makeshift stage, holding your breath as you took in the sight before you. Megumi, who you've known since you started training as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, sat in the center of the stage, a ebony black cello propped between his legs and rested gently against his chest as he waited for the cue from the piano track. When his eyes found yours in the crowd, they widened as if he hadn't expected to see you there. You gave him a subtle smile and two thumbs of encouragement, causing him to avert his gaze with what looked like a sheepish pout as his nose and cheeks took on a reddish hue. He was more comfortable around you than most people, but when you looked at him with so much adoration, it made his heart tighten in the most wonderfully uncomfortable way.

Otherwise, his face seemed calm, but you could tell he felt as though he'd never felt more uneasy than he did in this moment. You, just like every other senior student, had been roped into this impromptu 'talent show' by one of your more... eccentric instructors. They had cited their reasoning as a team-building exercise, or some sort of comradery-based activity, but it had you all scrambling to think of how to avoid making complete asses of yourself in front of your peers. You counted yourself fortunate that you had already gotten your own performance out of the way the day before.

The last thing you (or anyone, really) had expected was for Megumi to show up at all, much less with an instrument.

From the first series of notes, Megumi's skill was apparent. Each note was measured, smooth, resonant and precise - his fingers pressing on the neck, his eyes closed so as to block out the hundreds of eyes that were on him. Despite the fact that you could almost hear him internally cursing the instructor for putting him in this position, each note was expressive and filled with grace.

As he allowed the final note to ring throughout the crowd, his eyes opened to find yours once more. The crowd erupted in shocked applause, but in this moment, all he could focus on was you as you clapped and beamed up at him with pride and awe. You saw the faintest ghost of a smile before he stood and stalked off stage.

You continued to watch the performances, still reeling from Megumi's song, when you felt a presence beside you. Turning to see Megumi standing with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the stage, seemingly avoiding looking directly at you as you practically bounced with excitement. Feeling your eyes on him, he scowled and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

"Say what? I wasn't going to say anything," you whispered nonchalantly, turning back to the stage, but keeping your sidelong grin at him. You waited for his shoulders to start to relax when you continued. "But I mean...you were amazing."

Megumi grumbled and shook his head, playfully bumping against your arm with his own, letting out a snort of derision to your praise with an eyeroll, but seeing the ghost of a smile on his lips and the persisting pinkness in his cheeks, you could tell he was quietly elated. You couldn't help but notice that he remained with his arm against yours, subtly enjoying the feeling of being a little closer to you. In a moment of boldness, you slid your hand into his, half-expecting him to pull away, but he wordlessly laced his fingers with yours. Gently leaning your head on his shoulder, you smiled as you felt him rest his chin on the top of your head, resting his lips against your hair with the ghost of a kiss. When he spoke, he was so quiet that you almost didn't catch it.

"I'm glad you liked it."

('Engravings' - Ethan Bortnick)

Can he sing? 🎤 If he really tried? Sure. But he doesn't like to, nor does he want to. The most you'll get out of him is a low hum that is barely audible, and even then, you'd only hear it if he was sure no one was in earshot. If he were to really sing, he would have a warm tone with a breathy rasp to it that would give his vocals a unique edge.

The first time you heard him sing was about three years into your relationship. He had recently given you the key to his apartment so you could come and go as you pleased. You'd decided to head over one evening, but he hadn't gotten the text notification from you that said you were coming over.

As you unlocked the door and cracked the front door open, you could hear the sound of a fast-paced song with chaotic piano notes and a deep beat. As you headed further into the house, you started to hear a voice singing and you could hardly believe what you were hearing.

He has fantastic speakers; it's as if the singer is right here in the apartment with us...

As you cracked open the door to the room the music was coming from, your heart leapt into your throat. The voice wasn't from the singer - it was Megumi himself, completely unaware that you were watching.

You debated with yourself as to whether or not you should tell him you had arrived when he turned to see you and nearly shit bricks.

"Shit!" he hissed, scrambling to turn off the music. "Don't you knock?!"

"Sorry, baby," you couldn't help but laugh, seeing his face go completely red, folding his arms, utterly mortified. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, feeling him slump over your shoulder with a groan. "I did text you. If it's any consolation, I thought you sounded great."

"Well, don't get used to it..." he grumbled.

Going forward, you would only hear him sing a small handful of times, and it was only ever around you, but you liked hearing it nonetheless.

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Nanami Kento | Piano

Preface: you and Kento have been in a relationship for about one year at the time of this story. The two of you are about to take your very first vacation together to celebrate your first anniversary, but mother nature has other plans.

('Kiss the Rain' - Yiruma)

Heavy raindrops beat mercilessly against the windows of the airport gate's observation area. You and Kento waited patiently in the seating area for your flight that had already been delayed by two hours. He sat comfortably with his right leg crossed over his left, an arm rested on the top of the chair behind you, fingers trailing idly along the outside of your arm, the other holding a book open, tilted slightly your way so you could follow along. You'd been resting your cheek on his shoulder, reading contentedly with him when the all-too-familiar sound of an incoming announcement rang through the airport.

'Attention, passengers. Flight JAL10 to Kuantan has been delayed due to poor weather conditions. We are expecting an extended delay of approximately two hours. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and appreciate your patience. Please see our customer service desk if you have any questions or concerns. Thank you for flying with us today.'

A collective groan sounded among the passengers at your shared gate. You exchanged a look with Kento as you both let out a sigh.

"I guess we're going to be here for a while," you sighed and eyeballed the remaining pages of the book to see you'd both already read through nearly three quarters of it. "We need to read slower."

He chuckled and placed the ribbon bookmark between the pages, shutting it and tucking it away in the carry-on bag.

"We've already been sitting here for over two hours, love. Let's stretch our legs."

"Good call." You rose to your feet and stretched with a yawn. "I think the airport coffee shop should be opening soon, anyways. I could use the pick-me-up."

"We have plenty time," Kento replied, checking his silver wristwatch. "Let's start making our way over there."

He offered his arm to you with an easy smile. You looped your arm into his and matched his stride. As the two of you walked side-by-side, you passed by what appeared to be a grand piano, set to the side of the walking area. Beside the piano was a sign that read.

'Free to play; please be respectful.'

Kento started making his way over to the piano, sitting on the bench. You followed suit, taking a seat beside him.

"This is a Steinway & Sons grand..." He took a moment to appreciate the quality of the instrument. "They must be insane; putting this out for public use like this."

"Kento, do you play?" you asked, watching him place his nimble fingers on the keys.

"It's been a while," he replied. "I'm not sure how much I'll remember. Let's see.."

You listened in awe as he started to play, each note resounding throughout the large, empty hall. His fingers glided along the keys in a way that made it look effortless. The expressions that often stayed hidden behind his carefully-maintained professional exterior bled through every note he played in a way that made your heart swell.

It took you about a minute to realize where you'd heard this song before.

(1 Year Ago...)

The two of you had been sent abroad to hunt down a particularly nasty curse, and after a successful mission, he'd asked you out to dinner to celebrate.

Kento had always been a gentleman to you, but things felt different that night. You'd agreed to meet in the hotel lobby so you could head to the restaurant together, but he had specifically instructed that the restaurant was high-end.

"I've already gotten the funds approved," he'd said before you could retort. "It'll all be covered as a business expense, seeing as how we finished up here two days ahead of schedule."

After having one final look at yourself in the mirror, you silently hoped what you chose would be appropriate. As you walked down the stairs of the lobby and saw his expression glow when his eyes landed on you, you knew you'd chosen well.

"You..." He was lost for words as you approached him, trailing off for a moment before regaining his composure. "Er, you have good taste."

"Thank you," you chuckled, reaching out to straighten his tie after noticing it looked a little askew. He averted his eyes and cleared his throat, ears turning bright red at the intimacy of your actions. "You have good taste as well, Nanami - as always."

"There's no need to be so formal with me tonight." He offered his arm to you with a rare smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Call me Kento."

When you'd arrived at the restaurant, you'd realized that spending time with Nanami...Kento, was as easy as breathing. It was a rare sight to see him relaxed since 90% of your time spent together was at work. Yet here, off the clock, he wore a soft smile, and he seemed far less rigid than usual.

As a beautiful song started playing from the piano by the dance floor, he'd surprised you by rising from his seat and offering his hand to you.

"Dance with me?"

As if your body was moving on it's own, you followed him onto the dance floor. He gently twirled you into his arms, leading you in a waltz, his firm but gentle hand rested on the small of your back, his other hand holding yours. You remember looking up into his eyes, hardly recognizing the man staring back at you. Seeing him without his tinted glasses was already a rare occasion, but seeing such tenderness in his otherwise ice-cold expression was practically unheard of.

You rested your cheek against his chest and were met with a low chuckle as he rested his chin on top of your head.

"I've wanted to take you out like this for some time," he said finally, not missing a beat as he continued to dance with you. "I know this might be a bit forward of me to ask, but..."

You peered up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

"Would you be opposed to allowing me to take you out like this more often?" He asked, eyes full of sincerity. "Perhaps in a more romantic capacity?"

You thought your heart would leap out of your chest on the spot. Beaming up at him, all you could muster was a giddy nod and, "Kento...I'd love that."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and stopped moving, the other couples continuing to dance unawares around you. As far as you were concerned, in this moment, there was only the two of you. He held your hand to his chest and, slipping the other by the line of your jaw, he started to bring his face closer to yours, waiting for you to close the distance further - or to push him away. You lifted onto your toes to meet his lips with your own, sharing in your first kiss; the first of many to come.

As you slipped back into the present moment, it dawned on you.

He's playing the song we had our first slow dance to...

As he played the last note, he kept his fingers rested on the keys, allowing the echo to fade.

"Kento..."

He turned to meet your gaze but gasped when he noticed your eyes welling with tears.

"Honey, are you alright?" he brought his hands up to your cheeks, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, eyes filled with concern. "Why are you crying?"

"I remember that song...and you played it so beautifully..." you mumbled, bumping your forehead into his chest to hide your face. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "You never told me you were a pianist."

"I'm not a pianist - I just happened to learn how to play when I was younger." He gently ran his hand down the back of your head, whispering in your ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

You sniffled and peeked up at him from his chest. "...do it again."

Your reaction earned you a rare laugh from Kento as he brought your chin up to meet his gaze before planting a feather-soft kiss on your lips. "Anything for you, love. What do you want to hear?"

('9 Crimes (Demo)' - Damien Rice)

Can he sing? 🎤 He's not bad, actually! His voice is best-suited to acoustic, soft grunge and indie rock. He has a sharp, nasally quality to his voice, but he's able to maintain slightly deeper registers smoothly and with ease. Though he enjoys singing when he's certain he's alone, he does NOT want anyone else hearing him sing since it makes him feel silly.

However, one night in particular, you and a tiiiiiiiiny handful of coworkers actually got to hear him sing once at karaoke, but everyone was so drunk neither he nor anyone else really remembers, but seeing as how you were the designated driver that night, you remember every little detail. You remember Gojo attempting to prank Kento by swearing up and down that you had a thing for men who could sing, thinking he'd make an ass out of himself, and to everyone's drunken shock, he managed to belt out the sweetest cover of '9 Crimes' you think you've ever heard. Everyone cheered, but no one cheered more enthusiastically than you did (except maybe a very proud, intoxicated Gojo who gushed something about how your babies would be beautiful AND talented).

The next day, you had mercy for a very hungover Kento who filed through paperwork at his desk, but you were softly humming the song under your breath to yourself throughout the day.

The two of you actually started dating about a month later. Eventually, you did tell him about that night, and he was completely mortified. However, when you insisted that you wished he would sing more, and that you actually loved how he sounded, it was one of the few times you've ever seen the unshakeable Nanami Kento truly flustered.

"Yes, well..." he pinched the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. "I suppose, if it's only for you, I can be convinced..."

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Suguru Geto | Shamisen

Preface: Suguru, who you've been dating for a just shy of a year, hasn't been himself, lately. The only thing in life he's been able to find solace in has been spending time with you. For the past few weeks, he's been unable to fall asleep without you in his arms, so you've been spending your evenings with him.

('Furinkazan -Tsuki Sayu Yoru-' - Hiromitsu Agatsuma, Chen Min, Akira Senju)

You had curled up with Geto on his bed, his head resting on your chest while his arms tugged tightly around your waist to hold you close. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep as he sought out his peace by listening to your steady heartbeat and took in the familiar sensation of your warmth.

This was how you had been spending most of your evenings lately; curled up with your boyfriend, helping him fend off the insomnia that had been brought on by his most-recent trauma. Even when he did fall asleep, sometimes he would wake up with a gasp, having returned to that awful memory that made him feel this way to begin with, but it was better than no sleep at all. By this point, you'd had returned to your own room, and he'd have to try to fall asleep again without you.

While you relaxed in comfortable silence, your eyes were drawn to an object in the room that hadn't been there the last few times you'd been over. A snakeskin stringed instrument resting on a wooden stand in the corner of the room.

"Geto, baby?" you whispered.

"Hm?" he hummed, tilting his chin up to look at you, a faint smile barely visible through his tired, bloodshot eyes. "Yes, my dear?"

"When did you get that?" you asked, tilting your chin over to the instrument.

"Ah, my shamisen?" he yawned. "I've always had that. Well, at least, ever since I was very young."

"I didn't know you played any instruments!" You snuggled him closer to you. "Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well, I can't stop loving you," he chuckled, climbing up to trap you under his arms, lowering his face to hover over your own. "Does that count?"

"I don't think it does," you giggled, blushing and snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer for a quick kiss. "But I suppose I'll allow it."

"Kind of you," he whispered, returning his lips to yours and deepening the kiss before pulling away and rolling over to lie beside you, stroking your cheek with a soft smile.

"Can you play something for me?"

"Hmm..." Geto put a finger to his chin and regarded you with a fox-like grin. "Maybe. On one condition."

"Name it."

"Will you stay the night?" He asked quietly. Despite the grin that still painted his lips, you could see a sincerity in his eyes that was filled with genuine hope. Your heart skipped a beat at the implications of his request. Though you knew his request wasn't filled with any hidden intentions, he had to know how suggestive that sounded. "I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

"Your best behaviour?" You chided and raised an eyebrow in jest. "That's no fun."

"Hah!" Geto let out a genuine laugh and bunted his forehead against yours with an affectionate nuzzle. "You're always so feisty."

"I will, though..." you spoke softly, feeling a heat in your cheeks, your skin tingling with excitement. "Stay the night, I mean."

"That's my darling." Geto pulled your knuckles up to his mouth and planted a kiss on them, holding your gaze for a few seconds before sitting up and walking across the room to pick up the instrument, settling on the floor and adjusting the tuning pegs with ease. You crawled over to sit in front of him, waiting with bated breath to hear him play.

As he started to strum the first few notes, your eyes widened, watching him expertly moving his fingers along the strings. Each strum was clean and clear; he played with the confidence of a practiced professional, eyes closed and a soft expression on his face. The only other times you'd seen him look this peaceful were when he was asleep in your arms; he was the absolute picture of serenity in this moment.

As he continued, his song became more complex and passionate, the tempo picking up, his brow furrowing only slightly as he continued to lose himself in his melody. His body swayed with the growing intensity of the final section of the song. As he strummed his final notes, he remained silent for a few seconds as you regarded him with breathless delight. When he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours and he smiled when you started clapping softly.

"Geto!" You gasped, bring your hands up to your lips. "That was incredible! You're incredible!"

"You flatter me far too much, my dear," he chortled, carefully resting the shamisen back on it's stand and offering you a hand so you could stand with him. He pulled you up into his arms and held you closer. "Still, your praise means more to me than most. Thank you."

You don't know how long he held you close to his chest like that, but you could have stayed in that moment forever if he'd let you. All too soon, he pulled away, leading you back to the bed.

"Shall we get comfortable, my dear...?"

('Letter' - VIINI)

Can he sing? 🎤 He is shockingly good. The rich, smooth tone of his voice melds well with Gojo's, and technically speaking, he may even have better range than Gojo. If Gojo is the pop star with the best upbeat hits and dance moves, Geto would've been the pop star with all the heart-breaking ballads. He unfortunately doesn't sing much, but he'll sing something for you in private anytime (especially since he knows how it makes your heart melt).

The first time you heard him sing was during your early days together when you'd just started spending time with Geto and Satoru. You and Geto hadn't started anything romantic, but there had been some friendly flirting and joking back-and-forth for a while. They'd invited you out for karaoke night with a few other sorcerers from the institute. You'd spent most of the evening enjoying watching the others perform, but when Gojo took the stage with a mindblowing performance that had you captivated, Geto decided he needed to show him up a little. You'd already been thoroughly impressed by Satoru's song, but as soon as Geto started singing, your jaw dropped and you're fairly certain you fell hopelessly in love on the spot.

He stayed seated on the stool with the microphone, but he made a point of holding your gaze the entire time, no matter how red your cheeks got. When he finished the last note, he took a seat by your side and wrapped an arm around you.

"What the hell was that?" you gasped.

Geto just chuckled and planted a kiss on the tips of your fingers.

"Well, I couldn't have you falling for Satoru without throwing my own hat in the ring." He tilted your chin up to face him with a smirk. "What did you think?"

"..Satoru who?" you sputtered, earning you a burst of laughter from Geto. You could hear Satoru from across the table whine 'hey!'

"That's my darling," he sighed, bringing your lips closer to his. "Come here..."

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Choso Kamo | Erhu

Preface: You and Choso have become extraordinarily close, and while you've been tip-toeing the line between friendship and romance, neither of you have managed to take the next step to actually define your relationship further. You are trying not to put any pressure on him as he's just learning how to really be human for the first time in his 150 years; and he is terrified of scaring you off, having convinced himself that there's no way in hell you feel the same about him, deciding he just needs to be happy with what he already has with you.

Everyone else already seems to be under the assumption that you're a couple since one is rarely (if ever) seen without the other.

('To Love's End' - Eliott Tordo)

"Have you picked up any hobbies, yet?"

"Hobbies?" Choso tilted his head curiously, uncertain of how to answer. "What do you mean by hobbies?"

"Well, er...what do you like to do?" You asked, gazing up fondly at the branches of the oak tree above your heads. "For fun, I mean?"

"Ah, for fun." Choso thought for moment. "Does training count as a hobby?"

"Training?" You chuckled. "I guess you could count that, though, I was talking more about things like arts, crafts, playing games; maybe music, even."

"Oh, I see." Choso put a finger to his lips, feeling a little lost on what to say. "I can't say I've really tried any of those things. Not yet, anyway."

He was about to ask what you did for fun when he noticed your eyes focus on something behind him just beyond the walkway of the park. A street performer had set up on the green space with a cherry wood violin, playing for passersby to hear. When he turned to face you again, he noticed your eyes sparkling with delight.

"Wow..." you sighed. "She's really good!"

The two of you spent another hour or so chatting and enjoying the spring weather on your favourite bench when you noticed the sun had started to set. It wasn't uncommon for you two to lose track of time here since this was one of your favourite places to spend time together.

"It's starting to get late," you yawned, stretching your arms above your head. "I ought to head back."

"Let me walk you home," Choso said quickly, rising to his feet, reaching out to help you up.

"O-okay..." you replied shyly. You counted yourself fortunate that your friend seemed oblivious to the way he made your heart swell with his thoughtfulness. I've met people who have been part of human society all their lives who could learn a thing or two about kindness from you, Choso...

As Choso walked you home, he was even quieter than usual, contemplating what the two of you had talked about during your day together. Once you'd arrived at your house, you reached out to give him a friendly hug. He held you only slightly longer than usual before you both let go. You bid him goodnight, turning and disappearing beyond the threshold. I can't quite explain why, but...

He turned and started making his way to the shopping district.

The way their face lit up when they were watching that street performer... He'd arrived at a local music shop, walking in and bowing in response to the shopkeeper's greeting. I want them to look at me like that.

He browsed the options, asking the shopkeeper for advice, hearing them play samples on each instrument that piqued his interest before he'd decided on one that sounded the most pleasing to his ear.

The erhu.

(1 Year Later...)

Choso had made practicing the erhu a daily part of his routine. Between reading books, watching instructional videos online, and through simple trial-and-error, he'd managed to get a fantastic handle on it. He'd spent the past few months in particular learning how to play a song that made him think of you.

He'd tried to work up the courage to show you; to use it as a chance to finally tell you what he'd been feeling for so long, but he'd lose his nerve every time. He eventually started to resign himself to the fact that maybe his nervousness was a sign that it would be unwise to reveal his feelings to you at all. After all, aside from Yuji, you'd become the only other person that he felt truly at home with; he couldn't stomach losing that.

"What's eating you?" A familiar voice snapped him out of his reverie. Choso looked to the side to see Yuki sliding up to the bar beside him, flagging down the bartender to order a drink. "You look even more morose than usual."

"Oh, Yuki; hello..." Choso greeted her with a faint smile before sighing and resting his chin on his knuckles. "I'm just...feeling a little stuck on something."

"I'm all ears," she said simply, shrugging. Choso was silent for a moment, but she waited patiently for him to continue.

"Being human is..." He began finally. "More complicated than I had ever imagined."

"Hah. Tell me something I don't know," she sighed with a wry smile, thanking the bartender with a wink when he slid her glass of wine her way. "You wanna be a little more specific, though?"

"I have this...friend," he started, shaking his head in confusion as he spoke, searching for the words that seemed to evade him. "Well, they're more than that, I think. At least, I want them to be more than that."

"I thought you were already together," Yuki raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "You two are practically attached at the hip - we all just kind of assumed."

"No, no," he chuckled, looking into his half-empty glass before his momentary amusement was overtaken by a frown. He explained to Yuki that he'd spent the past year learning to play an instrument in hopes of impressing you, and she practically burst out laughing.

"You mean to tell me you put your blood, sweat and tears into learning a skill like that just to impress them?" She shook her head in disbelief. "And they still haven't figured out how you feel?"

"Well, they don't know that I've been learning..." He replied sheepishly. "I wanted to surprise them with it. I just don't know if it's a good idea."

"Alright, look," she cleared her throat and downed the remainder of her already nearly-empty glass. "Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Okay, so you're nervous. Big deal."

Choso was taken aback by Yuki's bluntness, not knowing how to respond.

"Sometimes, you just need to take a deep breath and just try," she put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake of encouragement. "Besides, knowing them, even if they didn't feel the same - they're not the kind of person to hold it against you. Whether you're in a relationship or not, a friendship like that isn't so easily shrugged off."

"I suppose that makes sense," Choso sighed, still feeling uneasy about the whole thing.

"I've seen the way you two are together," she smiled, turning to stand before leaving him with one final thought. "Put yourself out there. See what happens. And if it all goes to hell, at least you'll have your answer. Good luck, big guy."

With a wave and a smile, she returned to her friends' table, leaving Choso alone with his thoughts.

He downed the remainder of his drink and pulled out his phone, setting it on the counter and staring at it for a few seconds.

Just put myself out there... He gulped. Picking up his phone, he brought up your message thread and took a deep breath, willing his fingers to type despite his trembling nerves. See what happens...

'Will you meet me at the usual place tomorrow at sunset?'

'Sure, Cho! Let's go for boba after, too!'

He chuckled at your usual thoughtfulness.

Yuki's right. Even if they don't feel the same, they wouldn't be cruel to me. Whatever they decide, I can respect their decision - as their friend or as something more...

(The Next Day)

Choso arrived at the base of the oak tree and hour before sunset, his erhu leaning against the trunk of the tree. The park was nearly empty, save for a small handful of stragglers, still waiting out the last couple hours of daylight before making their way home for the night. He fidgeted with the small bouquet of flowers he'd picked up on his way here, after getting some last-minute advice from Yuki.

They shouldn't be here for another half hour... He gulped, his leg bouncing nervously as he attempted, unsuccessfully to calm himself. I don't think I've ever been so nervous...

He sighed and brought his erhu out of it's case, carefully setting the bouquet down at the foot of the tree trunk. I have been finding that playing seems to calm my nerves. Maybe I'll feel better after I've practiced the song one more time before they get here...

Choso prepared the instrument, ensuring it was properly in-tune, settling into a playing position. By this point, the park was completely empty. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, starting to play the song, his thoughts filled of nothing but you. Allowing himself to get lost in the song, he didn't realize that you had already started to approach.

You heard him before you'd seen him. Walking along the pathway, the air was filled with a beautiful sound that almost seemed to transcend time and reality itself. In awe, you continued along the way until he was in view.

And then you saw him.

Just up the hill, under the oak tree, he stood, playing the most beautiful song you'd ever heard, completely unaware that you were watching. Careful not to disturb him, you decided to get closer, settling to sit on your knees on the soft grass in front of him.

He was beautiful.

As he drew out the final note, he let out a long, deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. When he looked down to see you gazing up at him, he gasped and nearly dropped the instrument.

"That was beautiful..." You sighed dreamily, beaming at the panicked man before you.

"No, no, no..." He stammered, shaking his head frantically as he set the erhu aside, quickly grabbing the bouquet and turning to face you. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this..."

"Huh?" You tilted your head in confusion. "What wasn't supposed to happen?"

"I-I got these for you," he stammered, dropping to his knees so he could be eye-level with you on the grass, offering you the fragrant bouquet of blood chrysanthemum and laceleaf.

"Cho..." you gasped, gently taking the bouquet in your arms. "That's so sweet of you! But...what's the occasion?"

Choso continued to trip and stumble over his words, hardly making any sense the long he went on.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," you hushed him with a hand on his shoulder, holding eye contact with him to keep his attention on you, settling the bouquet on your lap. "Breathe with me for a moment, okay?"

"But I-"

"Breathe, Cho," you stressed. "Catch your breath, then start from the beginning. I'm not going anywhere."

"I...alright." He closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose, then out through his mouth, repeating this process a few times until he found his center. When his eyes opened, they were still filled with what you could only describe as a sort of...fear. But at least he was calm. "I had everything planned out."

You were unsure where this was going, but waited patiently for him to continue.

"Do you remember back when you asked if I'd had any hobbies; do you remember that musician that performed here that day?" He asked, looking up at you from under his eyebrows. You smiled to yourself, giggling internally at his puppy-like expressions; but you simply gave him a nod. "I remember how you looked at them with this manner of...adoration; and I...I wanted you to look at me like that."

"Choso..." you began, feeling your cheeks flushing with anticipation. "Are you telling me you've been teaching yourself to play that instrument for me?"

"I'm sorry..." He gulped and simply nodded, reaching out to take your hands in his own. "I value our friendship, you know that; and I always will if that's all it can ever be."

"...but?"

"But I want us to be more than that; more than friends." You were taken aback by the earnest way he spoke to you, holding your hands up to his chest so you could feel his heart pounding. "I know I still have so much more to learn about being truly human, and maybe I have no right to ask this of you, but-"

"I love you, Cho." The words left your lips before you had the cognizance to stop them, clasping your hands over your mouth in shock. Choso just gawked at you, wide-eyed and entirely speechless, his usually snow-pale skin flushed bright red. As if his body were moving on it's own, he reached out to take your hands in his once more, and you felt him gently guide you into his arms until you'd settled your cheek against his chest, sitting curled up between his legs.

"I love you..." His voice wavered as he spoke right beside your ear. His arms tightened around you, holding you so tightly you almost felt short of breath. He tilted your chin up with one hand, craning his neck down to hover his lips half an inch away from yours. "So much..."

Then his lips were on yours; soft and unsure at first, then he molded his mouth over yours more passionately, his heart thundering in his chest. He felt as though his skin was on fire in the most addicting way, and no matter how tightly he held you, it was maddening that he couldn't seem to feel you any closer. When you pulled away for air, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours again, both of you panting as though you'd run a marathon.

"I'm so lucky..." He sighed, eyes glossy with tears of bliss. He touched his forehead to yours, reveling in the feeling of closeness he'd been craving with you for so long. "So lucky..."

('Persephone' - Tamino)

Can he sing? 🎤 He can, though he doesn't think he's very good, but as soon as you heard him sing, you know immediately he was being far too uncharitable with himself. He has a warm, deep timbre to his voice that gives you goosebumps, and a rich resonance that comes right from his chest that lends itself well to songs in lower registers. You probably won't ever catch him singing in front of anyone else, but he enjoys singing to you (and even with you, if you also like to sing) since it seems to make you so happy.

The first time you heard Choso sing was when you'd managed to land yourself in the hospital after a particularly nasty solo-mission (this was during the year he'd been learning to play the Erhu). You'd been out for days, but Choso had remained at your bedside ever since you'd arrived, apparently refusing to leave after visiting hours were over.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, you were greeted with the sight of him fast asleep with his head on your lap and his hand on yours. When you softly spoke his name, he stirred for a couple seconds before jolting up.

"You're awake!" he gasped, reaching out to hold your cheek in his hand. "How you do you feel?"

"I've been better" you winced, still feeling the aches in your body. "But I'm glad you're here, Cho."

"Hah..." he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. "I was so afraid I'd lost you..."

"Never." You have his other hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. He opened his mouth to say something more, but stopped himself.

"What is it?" you asked, casting your gaze into his with concerned curiosity.

"Can I hold you...?"

"Of course you can," you chuckled wryly, feeling your pulse pick up even more. "Just be gentle with me; I'm still pretty sore."

Choso carefully climbed into the hospital bed with you, carefully pulling you into his chest, handling you as though you were made of glass. When he settled, you could hear the steady sound of his deep breaths. He had one arm wrapped around you, holding you close, and the other by your jaw, caressing your cheek with the side of his thumb. You'd never been this close to him - not outside of having given him a friendly hug once or twice. You couldn't help but realize how right it felt to curl up with him like this.

"Are you still tired?" he asked finally. "Can I do anything? To make you more comfortable?"

"You can sing me to sleep," you joked softly, eyelids growing heavy.

"I don't think you'll enjoy my singing..." Choso sometimes didn't quite understand sarcasm right away, and to your surprise, took your request literally. "But I'll try..."

Before you could clarify, he started singing in a soft, deep voice, smoother than silk. You could feel the rumbling of each note through his chest where your head rested. A part of you wanted to listen to him for hours, but the moment soothed you to the edge of sleep within minutes.

"Cho..." you mumbled, only half-conscious. Your next words unintentionally tumbled past your lips, but you were far too tired to stop them, nor would you remember them when you woke up. "I love you..."

He stopped singing immediately, feeling his heart practically leap out of his chest. "What did you say?"

He craned his neck down to see your face, but you were out cold, snoring softly as you remained cuddled into his chest.

Did I hear that right...?

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, admiring your sleeping form before sighing and resting his head on the top of your head, pulling the hospital blanket higher over your shoulders to keep you warm. He whispered the words he'd kept inside for so long, knowing you couldn't hear him, but meaning it with every fiber of his being. He felt a small weight lift off his shoulders, though it would still be quite some time before these words would be spoken outside the ether of blissful slumber.

"I love you...so much..."

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Remember, if y'all want to see entries for other characters that haven't been listed in this post, let me know in the comments and I may continue the series for other characters (Yuji, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuki, Toji, etc) ♡

That's all, folks! Thanks for reading!

~ Pyretta Wychwiggin

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Hiii (’◡’) I really liked that fan fiction of choso where he's jealous over the kitty but I think it would be so cute w nanaaamii plz plz💗(*ˊᗜˋ*)

Ahhh thank you for reading my fic (and liking it) 🥰.

Here we go

Jealousy

Tw: none, just fluff. But not edited.

FEATURING: NANAMI

It all started after a hard day's work. Another overtime.

Nanami sighed as he turns the key and steps inside your shared apartment, he really needed to just feel you right now.

"I'm back." He mumbled kicking off his shoes.

He dosent hear you move or respond...weird. He walks into the living room, sunlight comes in golden rays settling on your sleeping figure. His mouth upturns into a smile.

Until it dosent.

There on you peaceful rising chest was a white fluff ball, it's form also rising up and down. It took his spot.

Feeling something around you, your eyes slowly open to see a very exhausted Nanami.

"Welcome back Kento" you say sleepily sitting upright the white fluff now in your arms.

"What do you have there?" He asked.

You were to tierd to tell how he asked the question. Was he upset? Angery? Hard to tell.

"Oh this guy. I found him on our window sill this morning and he was injured."

Right on que the cat lifts one of its paws up revealing a small bandage wrapped around it.

Kento thought a vain in his head was going to burst when the cat turned to face him only to snuggle right under your face and reveal its big blue eyes.

There was something wrong with this cat. Cats don't just show up injured on a 6th floor apartment window. Cats don't smirk and hit people's nerves.

And most importantly they shouldn't look like a carbon copy of a white haired co worker that passes him off.

"He looks better already." Kento mumbled glaring at the cat.

"You know I actually have a cut here to" He said lifting his shirt up only too show half of his torso with a deep wound on one side.

"Oh Kento, why didn't you go to Shoko?! She would have foxed this in a minute!" You said putting the cat aside and getting up to grab your patch up supplies.

"She was on break and I wanted to see you." He sighed.

"But I see someone beat me to it." He glared at the cat.

You brought over a box and started attending to the wound.

"Kento what if it got infected? What if you made it worse? You cant just ignore this like it's nothing!" You said as you finished disinfecting it.

He only watched as the cat jumped off the couch and weaved between your legs.

"Aww isn't he the cutest." You said looking down at the cat.

"If you say so darling. How long is he going to be here anyway, i'm afraid his owners might begin to miss him"

"Actually he's a stray, he doesn't have anyone Ken, isn't that sad!"

"mm very, what do you suppose we do about it?" he asked glaring into the cats back.

"We should at least look after him until he heals, and I know this apartment doesn't allow pets but I spoke to the land lady and she said I can keep him here until he's better" You beamed only making him sigh.

He can't make you sad when you were this excited about having a cat, TEMPORARILY.

"Okay. We can keep him for now, but I need to rest and that means me and you. No cat."

The cat meowed loudly from the other room.

"I mean it."

"Okay Ken!" You said just glad you could keep the cat.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Tehe thanks for the request anon and sorry it took so long :( have a good whatever time.