#chosokamo

[natasaa13]

"You're trouble" ft. Choso Kamo

Part 2

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"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.

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Musa stood in front of her mirror, smoothing down the black dress she had chosen for the party. The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, the thin straps showing off her shoulders and collarbones. She adjusted her long black waves, letting them cascade over one shoulder. Behind her, Shoko lounged on her bed, scrolling through her phone with a cigarette dangling lazily from her fingers.

"You’re sure about this dress?" Musa asked, turning to her friend.

Shoko glanced up and gave an exaggerated wolf whistle. "Girl, you’re gonna make half the guys at the party fall to their knees. That dress? Sexy af. Your brother is gonna hate it."

"Exactly why I need you to distract him," Musa said, crossing her arms.

Shoko raised an eyebrow. "Distract Suguru? Oh, you’re evil."

"Think of it as your chance to finally make a move," Musa said with a teasing smirk. "You’re always talking about how hot he is. Just... spare me the details, okay? He’s my brother, and I really don’t want to know."

Shoko grinned, sitting up and tossing her phone aside. "Deal. But if this works, you owe me."

Musa laughed, shaking her head. "Fine. Just don’t let him hover. I want to enjoy the party without him breathing down my neck."

When they were both dressed and ready, they stepped into the living room where Suguru was lounging on the couch. His eyes flicked up at the sound of their heels clicking against the floor.

His gaze froze on Musa for a split second, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the dress. "You’re wearing that?" he asked, his tone half disapproving, half protective.

"Yes, and no, I’m not changing," Musa replied firmly, grabbing her purse.

Suguru sighed, leaning back on the couch. He wanted to say something else, but he bit his tongue. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, and he knew he needed to back off. "Fine. Just... stay out of trouble."

Shoko winked at him. "Don’t worry, Suguru. I’ve got her covered."

Suguru gave her a look but said nothing as the girls headed out the door.

The moment they reached Gojo’s house, the door flew open as if he had been waiting there the entire time.

"There they are!" Gojo greeted enthusiastically, throwing his arms wide. "Musa, Shoko, welcome to the best night of your lives!"

"Hi, Satoru," Musa said dryly, stepping past him.

"Satoru," Shoko added with a sly smile, "we’re expecting nothing but your finest chaos tonight."

"You’ll get it and more," Gojo promised, leading them inside. The house was already buzzing with energy, music thumping loudly and people scattered in every corner.

The girls headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing drinks before venturing onto the makeshift dance floor. Shoko nudged Musa playfully. "Alright, your turn. Go have fun while I go seduce your brother."

Musa laughed, waving her off. "Good luck. And remember—no details!"

Shoko shot her a wink before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Musa to enjoy the music. She let herself get lost in the rhythm, her worries melting away as she swayed to the beat.

It wasn’t long before her eyes caught Choso standing near the edge of the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tied back in his signature pigtails. His shirt clung to his chest and arms, the material stretched over his toned body and revealing faint traces of veins along his forearms. He looked effortlessly sexy, and Musa couldn’t stop herself from staring.

He was talking to a blonde girl who was leaning in close, laughing at something he said. Probably flirting, Musa thought with a pang of jealousy. Her chest tightened as she wished, for once, let that be me.

"Whatcha staring at?" Gojo’s voice startled her, his tall frame suddenly appearing behind her.

"Nothing," she replied quickly, trying to play it cool.

Gojo leaned down slightly, grinning. "Sure, sure. Totally nothing. But if you need a wingman..."

"Drop it," Musa said, shoving his arm lightly.

"Alright, alright," Gojo said, laughing. "Come on, let’s grab another drink."

They made their way back to the kitchen, where Gojo poured them each a cup. Musa was mid-sip when Choso walked in. He looked surprised to see her but quickly offered a small smile.

"Hey, Musa," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Hi, Choso," she replied, feeling her heart skip a beat.

Gojo, ever the meddler, leaned against the counter. "So, what happened to the blonde girl? She seemed pretty into you."

Choso shrugged. "She wouldn’t stop talking about her dog’s Instagram account. It was... a lot."

Gojo burst out laughing. "Fair enough. Anyway, I’m off to the karaoke machine. Try not to scare each other off."

With that, he left, leaving Musa and Choso alone.

"You having fun?" Choso asked, leaning casually against the counter.

"Yeah," Musa said, swirling her drink. "It’s nice to unwind for once. How about you?"

He nodded. "Not bad. Better now that I’m talking to you."

Her cheeks warmed, and she tried to hide her smile. "Smooth."

"Just honest," he said, his dark eyes locking with hers. He leaned in slightly, testing the waters. "You look amazing tonight, by the way."

Before Musa could respond, the door swung open, and Suguru walked in. His gaze immediately landed on them, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding.

"Hey," he said, glancing between them. "What’s going on in here?"

The air grew tense as Choso straightened, his playful demeanor fading under Suguru’s scrutiny. Musa felt her stomach drop, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"Just talking," she said casually, taking a sip of her drink.

Suguru’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t press further. "Good. Because Gojo’s about to destroy my eardrums with karaoke, and I need reinforcements."

Choso nodded, stepping aside. "I’ll let you guys handle that."

As Suguru led Musa out of the kitchen, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her brother knew more than he was letting on.

After leaving the kitchen, Suguru kept a hand lightly on Musa’s shoulder as they navigated through the crowd. The energy of the party seemed to blur around her, but Musa’s mind was still lingering on Choso’s smile, the way his deep voice had sent a shiver down her spine.

Suguru’s voice broke her thoughts. "You’ve been quiet."

"I’m fine," she replied quickly, not meeting his eyes.

He frowned but didn’t push, though the protective older brother in him was on high alert. Something had shifted when he walked into that kitchen—he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he didn’t like it.

By the time they reached the living room, Gojo was already belting out a painfully off-key rendition of some pop song, Shoko laughing as she recorded him on her phone.After a while Musa used the distraction to slip away, leaving Suguru to groan and cover his ears.

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She stepped out onto the balcony for a breather. The cool air was a welcome relief from the crowded, stuffy house. She leaned against the railing, gazing up at the stars.

"Figured I’d find you out here," a familiar voice said.

She turned to see Choso stepping onto the balcony, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looked even more relaxed now, the cool air ruffling his dark hair.

"Needed some air," she said softly, smiling.

"Same," he replied, stepping closer to the railing beside her. "Gojo’s parties can be... a lot."

"That’s putting it mildly," Musa said, laughing lightly.

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, the distant hum of the party fading into the background. Choso glanced at her, his expression soft. "So... you looked like you were having fun earlier. Dancing suits you."

Musa felt her cheeks heat. "I was just letting loose. Nothing special."

"It’s special," he said, his voice low. "You don’t let loose often, do you?"

She hesitated, surprised by how easily he could read her. "Not really. There’s always something to focus on—classes, family, expectations."

Choso nodded. "I get that. You’re always balancing what people need from you, but what about what you want?"

Musa met his gaze, her heart racing. "I don’t know. I guess I don’t think about that much."

"Maybe you should," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

The intensity of his words left her breathless. She couldn’t look away from him, the distance between them suddenly feeling like it was shrinking.

But before anything could happen, the balcony door slid open, and Suguru stepped out. His eyes immediately landed on the two of them, his expression darkening.

"Musa," he said, his voice sharp. "It’s late. We’re leaving."

Musa turned to him, startled. "But—"

"Now," Suguru insisted, cutting her off.

Choso straightened, his calm demeanor shifting as he met Suguru’s glare. "We were just talking," he said, his voice steady.

Suguru narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well, she’s done talking for the night."

Musa felt her frustration boil over. "Suguru, I’m not a kid. You don’t get to just decide when my night is over."

He looked at her, his jaw tightening. "I’m your brother. I’m looking out for you."

Choso raised a hand, his tone calm. "Suguru, chill. She’s right. We were just talking."

Suguru’s gaze snapped to him, his voice low and dangerous. "I know how guys talk, Choso."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Musa stepped between them, her voice firm. "Enough. Both of you."

Suguru glared at Choso for a moment longer before exhaling sharply. "Fine. But we’re leaving. Now."

Musa shot Choso an apologetic look before following her brother back inside. As they made their way through the crowd, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite place.

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Back at home, Suguru waited until they were alone in the living room to speak.

"You’re mad," Musa said before he could start.

"You’re damn right I’m mad," he replied, crossing his arms. "What were you thinking, sneaking off with Choso like that?"

"We were talking, Suguru. That’s it."

He scoffed. "Do you even know what kind of guy he is? He’s my friend, Musa. I’ve seen the way he flirts, the way he acts around girls."

"Maybe he’s different around me," she shot back, surprising even herself.

Suguru’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you don’t know everything about him," she said, her voice steady. "And maybe you don’t know everything about me, either."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Suguru sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m not trying to control you," he said finally. "I just... I don’t want you to get hurt."

Musa softened slightly, her frustration ebbing. "I know. And I appreciate that, but you’ve got to trust me. I can handle myself."

Suguru hesitated before nodding reluctantly. "Alright. Just... be careful, okay?"

"I will," she promised.

As she headed to her room, her mind drifted back to Choso, the way his voice had wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She couldn’t help but wonder what might’ve happened if Suguru hadn’t interrupted.

After Musa retreated to her room, Suguru sat alone in the living room, the faint hum of the heater the only sound in the quiet apartment. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly as if trying to hold his swirling emotions in check.

Seeing Musa and Choso together tonight had sparked something primal in him—a need to protect, to shield her from everything the world could throw at her. But it wasn’t just the fact that she was talking to Choso. It was the way she looked at him.

Suguru had always been close to his sister. They were inseparable as kids, two halves of the same whole. But as they grew older, Musa began carving her own path, becoming her own person. And while Suguru knew this was inevitable, a part of him still struggled with it.

He trusted Choso as a friend, but he also knew Choso. He had seen him flirt, date casually, and brush off girls without a second thought. The idea of his sister being caught up in that—being hurt by someone he considered family—was unbearable.

And yet, there was something else gnawing at him. He couldn’t shake the way Choso had looked at Musa tonight. There was a sincerity in his friend’s eyes that Suguru wasn’t used to seeing, and it unsettled him.

"Maybe he’s different around me," Musa’s words echoed in his mind.

Suguru frowned, his protective instincts clashing with the nagging possibility that she might be right.

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Musa groaned as her phone buzzed on her nightstand. She reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was a text from Shoko.

My sanity: Morning, sunshine. So… how are you? Spill. Your bro looked like he was about to explode after catching you and Choso on the balcony. 👀

Musa let out a frustrated sigh, tossing her phone onto the bed. She wasn’t ready to deal with Suguru—or anyone else—after last night. The tension in the kitchen, the way Suguru had glared at Choso, it was all too much.

She resolved to stay in bed, hiding from the world for the day. Around noon, her phone buzzed again, it was Suguru

3Minute elder: At Gojo’s for a bit. Don’t burn the place down.

Musa exhaled a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn’t have to face her brother today.

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Suguru sat slouched on Gojo’s couch, a coffee in hand. Choso leaned against the counter in the kitchen while Gojo rummaged through the fridge, chattering about the leftovers from the party.

"Last night was wild, huh?" Gojo said, grinning. "I scored with that chick from my econ class. You know, the one with the—"

"Nobody cares," Suguru interrupted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo ignored him, continuing his ramble about how great the night was, while Suguru’s gaze shifted to Choso.

"So," he said casually, though his tone carried an edge. "What’s your deal?"

Choso raised an eyebrow. "My deal?"

"With my sister," Suguru clarified, his eyes narrowing.

Choso sighed, setting his drink down. "Look, we were just talking. That’s it."

Suguru leaned forward, his voice low. "She’s not like the other girls you flirt with, Choso. I’m serious—don’t think about her like that. We’re friends, and I don’t want things getting messy."

Choso met his gaze steadily. "Suguru, I respect you. And I respect Musa. She’s nice, and I wouldn’t hurt her. I promise."

Though the words were reassuring, Suguru couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. He nodded reluctantly, deciding to let it slide for now. Maybe he was just overthinking things.

Gojo, oblivious to the tension, plopped down on the couch. "Man, you two are so serious. Lighten up. Did you see how wasted Yuta got last night? That kid’s never gonna live it down."

The conversation shifted, and the boys spent the afternoon laughing and teasing each other. But Suguru’s mind lingered on Musa and Choso, the nagging feeling that something was brewing between them refusing to go away.

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The next day at school Musa walked into the hallway, spotting Shoko leaning against her locker. Her friend waved her over, her face lighting up with mischief.

"Hey," Shoko greeted, slinging an arm around Musa’s shoulders. "So, about the party..."

Musa groaned. "Please don’t start."

"Oh, I’m starting," Shoko teased. "Your brother and I were really getting into it, you know—until he saw you and Choso on the balcony."

Musa cringed, covering her ears. "Nope. I don’t need the details. Gross."

Shoko laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Fine, fine. But speaking of you and Choso..."

Musa sighed. "I don’t know. I think he was flirting with me. And he’s so... hot. But what am I supposed to do? He’s Suguru’s friend. And it’s not like we have any classes together."

Shoko smirked. "Sounds like you’re smitten."

"Shut up," Musa muttered, her cheeks turning pink. "It’s complicated. Every time he’s over, Suguru’s around. It’s not like I can just... make a move."

"Well," Shoko said thoughtfully, "if he’s really into you, he’ll find a way. And if he doesn’t, maybe you should take matters into your own hands."

Musa hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. Could she really make the first move? Would Choso even be interested, or was she just imagining things?

"Anyway," Shoko added with a wink, "you’re not doing yourself any favors by playing it safe. Life’s too short."

Musa sighed, knowing her friend was right. But as she walked to her next class, she couldn’t help but wonder—what would happen if she dared to take a chance with Choso?

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She sat hunched over her books in the quiet library, the soft rustle of pages and the faint hum of the air conditioner her only company. She was deep in her studies when a shadow loomed over her table. Startled, she looked up to find Choso standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual calm demeanor slightly tinged with hesitation.

“Hey,” he began, his voice soft so as not to disturb the other students. “I wanted to apologize for the other night. At the party.”

Musa blinked in surprise, setting her pen down. “Oh… it’s fine, really.”

Choso rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze dropping briefly to the floor. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. Especially with Suguru. I know how he is.”

At that, Musa laughed lightly, a sound that seemed to ease Choso’s nerves. “Suguru’s been like that since… well, since boys started noticing me. It’s kind of his thing. He thinks he’s some kind of bodyguard.”

Choso smirked, his confidence slowly returning. “I noticed.”

“Right?!” Musa leaned back in her chair, grinning. “It’s a miracle I even had my first kiss. Most guys run for the hills once Suguru starts glaring at them. I wouldn’t put it past him to pay one to stop talking to me.”

The thought made Choso chuckle. “Sounds like him.”

They fell into an easy rhythm after that, their conversation shifting to lighter topics. Choso asked her about her interests, and Musa’s face lit up as she shared her dream of becoming a tattoo artist. She even flipped through her sketchbook to show him some of her designs, her enthusiasm infectious.

“You’re really talented,” Choso said earnestly, admiring the intricate linework of a floral piece she’d drawn. “I could see that on someone’s skin.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. I’ve been practicing for years.”

Their conversation drifted from tattoos to study tips, and before long, Choso found himself helping her work through a particularly tricky subject. They were so engrossed that neither of them noticed the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway until it was too late.

Unbeknownst to them, Satoru Gojo had been wandering the halls, his usual mischievous boredom leading him past the library. He paused mid-step when he caught sight of Musa and Choso through the glass doors. The grin that spread across his face was instantaneous, his sunglasses slipping down his nose as he took in the scene.

“Oh, Suguru’s gonna love this,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he walked away, his laughter echoing faintly down the corridor.

Back inside the library, Musa and Choso remained blissfully unaware, their focus entirely on each other. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she had the faintest sense of foreboding—like trouble was lurking just around the corner.

As the study session came to a close, Musa looked up from her books, the weight of the afternoon lifting from her shoulders. “Thanks for all the help, Choso,” she said, her smile warm. “I actually understand it a lot better now.”

Choso returned the smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Glad I could help. It was nice to hang out like this. We should do it more often.”

Musa hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook. “I don’t want to make things weird with Suguru... You know how he is. I don’t want you two to fall out over me.”

Choso tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. “Suguru’s my friend, but he needs to let go at some point. I understand where you're coming from, though,” he added, his voice quiet.

“Still doesn’t stop him from trying to control everything.”

His gaze dropped to her lips for a brief moment before he cleared his throat, his smile turning a little more uncertain. “yeah Ibknow, but it was nice. I’ll see you around, Musa.”

Her heart fluttered, something unspoken hanging in the air between them. Musa nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, see you.”

Choso turned to leave, but something lingered in the way he looked at her, something that made Musa’s chest tighten with a mixture of excitement and unease. As she watched him walk away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something that couldn’t be undone.

On the walk back home, Choso couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind kept drifting to Musa, her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her art. Beautiful and talented, he thought, his heart racing in a way he wasn’t used to. He hadn’t expected the pull he felt when he was around her.

Maybe Suguru would forgive him, he thought, if Musa asked him to. She seemed to like him, and the idea of spending more time with her filled him with a quiet kind of hope. But at the same time, he didn’t want to sacrifice his bond with Suguru, the friendship that had been built over years. Yet, something felt different when it came to Musa, he never felt like this with the other girls he took interest in. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but whatever it was, it was enough to keep his mind racing, long after he’d left the library.

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As the night grew darker, Choso’s thoughts remained fixed on her, wondering just how far this would go, and what it all meant.

Musa stepped into the house, the mouthwatering aroma of pizza filling the air. Her stomach growled, and she smiled, relieved to be home after a long study session. She kicked off her shoes and made her way into the living room, where Suguru was lounging on the couch, a relaxed smile on his face as he greeted her.

"How’d the studying go?" he asked, glancing up from his phone.

"Good," Musa replied casually, though her mind briefly flashed to Choso. She pushed the thought away, not daring to mention him. It would only complicate things.

Suguru nodded, his attention shifting back to his phone for a moment before he sat up a bit. "By the way, I’ve been thinking about something. About Shoko actually. She and I, well... we’ve been getting along pretty well lately." He looked at her with an almost playful seriousness. "I want to ask her out. Is that okay with you?"

Musa blinked in surprise, smile creeping up on her face. Shoko really liked Suguru and deserved someone who treated her right, someone who actually appreciated her for more than just her looks. Musa smiled, nodding. "I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I think Shoko deserves someone who'll treat her the way she deserves—not just someone who wants to, you know, sleep with her and move on."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. "I thought you’d say that. But just don’t tell Shoko. I want to be the one to tell her."

Musa paused, thinking. "Of course. If you want to make it special." She smiled, her voice soft. "You know, she loves tea and the beach. And she’s always liked getting flowers—especially those little wildflowers that grow around the city."

Suguru nodded as he listened, his eyes narrowing in focus as he mentally noted her details. "Got it. Thanks."

For a moment, Musa thought about telling him about Choso—how he was different from the other guys, how she felt something unspoken between them—but she stopped herself. She wasn’t sure how Suguru would react, and right now, he was focused on Shoko. Instead, she gave her brother a warm smile and said, "Good luck, Suguru. I’m sure it’ll go great."

Suguru smiled back, his expression softening for a moment before he turned his attention back to his phone. "Thanks, sis. I’ll keep you posted."

Musa made her way to her room, her heart a little heavier with the thought of Choso lingering in the back of her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at her, the way his presence had made her feel. As she settled on her bed, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to him:

“Hey, thanks again for today. I had fun. :)”

She hesitated for just a second before hitting send, the butterflies in her stomach not quite settling. It was strange, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him. The thought of Suguru finding out sent a small knot of worry through her chest, but for now, she focused on the moment, waiting for Choso’s reply.

Musa stared at the screen of her phone as the message to Choso sat there, waiting. She bit her lip nervously, wondering if she should add something more, but instead, she simply let it be. Her thumb hovered over the "send" button, and she almost reconsidered—then her phone vibrated in her hand. She quickly glanced at the message from Choso:

“Anytime. I had fun too. You’re really easy to talk to, Musa. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Her heart fluttered again, a warmth spreading across her chest. She smiled, her fingers moving almost automatically to respond:

“I’d like that. Maybe next time, I can show you more my sketches and paintings?”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. It felt like the first real step in something she wasn’t entirely sure of but also couldn’t ignore.

As she waited for his reply, her mind drifted back to Suguru and Shoko. She could tell Suguru had been thinking about Shoko a lot lately. It made sense—he was always looking out for people in his own way, even if he could be overprotective at times. She hoped everything would go well for him, for both of them. But there was still a piece of her mind that couldn’t quite shake the thought of Choso.

Choso’s message came a few minutes later:

“I’d like that a lot. I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo for a while... maybe you could help me design one?”

Musa’s fingers hovered over the screen, her heart pounding at the thought of designing something for him. For Choso. She could already picture it—something simple yet meaningful, something that represented him. She quickly typed back:

“I’d love to! I’ll think of some ideas. I can’t wait to help you with it.”

As she set her phone down for a moment, a small grin tugged at her lips. She felt a surge of anticipation for the next time they could hang out. But the closer she got to him, the more her mind wandered to what this could mean. Choso was different—she could sense it. And something inside her stirred at the thought of what might happen between them.

Musa sat on her bed, her phone still clutched in her hands as she replayed Choso's messages in her mind. Her heart raced, her thoughts a swirl of excitement and nervous energy. She couldn’t help it—she was grinning from ear to ear, practically glowing with the thoughts of their next meeting. She’d never been so caught up in something before, and it felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

As she leaned back, still grinning like an idiot, she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching her door. Before she could even compose herself, it creaked open just enough for Suguru to poke his head in.

Musa’s face immediately flushed, her grin widening as she scrambled to hide her phone, but it was too late—Suguru had already seen the way her cheeks were practically glowing.

"Alright, what’s going on?" Suguru asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped into the room. His voice was playful, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "What’s got you looking like you just won the lottery?"

Musa could barely contain her smile, feeling the heat of her blush spread down her neck. “N-Nothing, I’m just... tired, you know?” she stammered, trying to act casual, but her wide grin betrayed her. “and happy, I guess.”

Suguru tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. He walked further into the room, his gaze narrowing in on her. “You’re way too happy for someone who’s just ‘tired.’ What’s really going on, huh?”

Musa quickly tried to redirect the conversation, but she couldn’t help the way her heart skipped at the thought of Choso. "It’s nothing, really. Just... stuff," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched.

Suguru smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Stuff, huh? I don’t buy it. You’ve got that look on your face. Like you’re about to burst with secrets.”

Musa let out an awkward laugh, glancing away from her brother’s sharp gaze. “It’s just... a friend of mine. We were chatting earlier, that’s all.”

“Hmm…” Suguru hummed, his smirk growing. “A ‘friend,’ huh? Is that what you’re calling him now?”

Musa’s heart raced as she glanced back at him, her face a deep shade of red. She tried to suppress the grin, but it was useless. “Suguru, stop! You’re being weird.”

Suguru chuckled at her reaction, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “Well, if you’re happy, I guess I won’t press it. Just know, I’m keeping an eye on you, brat.”

Musa groaned, feeling like she was about to melt into the bed. “Seriously, can you just go away? I’m tired and trying to relax.”

Suguru gave her one last look, his playful grin never fading. “Alright, alright. But if I find out who’s making my sister so happy, I’m gonna have words with him.”

“Goodnight, Suguru!” Musa called out, burying her face in her pillow, still grinning uncontrollably.

As Suguru walked out and closed the door behind him, Musa finally let herself laugh, her heart still fluttering with excitement. What had just happened? She barely even knew how to process it.

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A/N: i'm sorry if i haven't posted anything these days, but i have an exam coming up and i had to study, plus work has taken up a lot of my time. sooo to make it up to you, here's a SMAU with all the JJK men :)

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✧ New Years ✧ 

Synopsis: Aftermath of Choso witnessing someone (Gojo) getting a little too close to you at a New Years party… Pairings: !possessiveChosoKamo  x f!reader Content: Suggestive fluff content { { MDNI } }, possessive and jealous Choso, newly established relationship, long-term crushing on each other, at your new apartment, christening the new bedroom after being out and about, fluff, teasing, some biting turned messy hickies, kissing/ making out, drinking intoxication making Choso more confused and sad about his feelings of jealousy not being pinpointed but clinging to you like a sweet boy, heavy petting, pet names (baby, pretty princess, etc.). Word Count: 700+ Author’s note: This is kind of a continuation of your relationship with Choso.

The clock had just struck midnight, and the New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. Choso had just helped you move into your new apartment, and tonight was supposed to be a celebration of your new beginnings. But throughout the evening, you noticed how Choso’s mood shifted whenever Gojo got too close, his playful flirting making Choso's jealousy simmer just beneath the surface. You catch glances with Choso, his eyes darting between you and Gojo…

Finally, back at your new apartment, you could sense Choso's tension as you stumbled through the door, both of you slightly tipsy from the champagne. His grip on your waist was fervent and firm, possessive but respectful. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. "Why does he always have to flirt with you?"

You turned to face him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "He's just being Gojo. He’s like that with everyone, I think?" you said softly, trying to reassure him.

He groans back, expressing that frustration again… You both trade pouts with each other before you murmur, "You're the only one I want, okay?"

He looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of confusion and sadness. "I know... I just... I can't help it. I don't like it when he looks at you like that."

You smiled gently, cupping his face in your hands. "Then show me how much you want me," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, full of pent-up desire and possessiveness. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as he guided you toward the bedroom. The room was still sparse, boxes yet to be unpacked, but the bed was ready, and that was all that mattered.

"Mine," he growled against your lips as he pulled you onto the bed with him. You straddled him, pressing your ass sweetly against his lap. He lets out a relieved sigh, his hands roaming over your body with a sense of urgency. "Only mine."

"Yours," you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Always yours, Cho."

His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving subtle marks that’ll turn darker over time.

"Pretty princess," he murmured, his hands slipping under your dress, making you shiver with anticipation. "I want to make you feel good."

"You already do," you replied, your voice trembling with desire.

His eyes darkened with lust as he pulled your dress over your head, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. "I'll give you more," he promised, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive you wild.

He undressed you patiently taking in every moment… "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands caressing your body with reverence. "My beautiful baby doll."

You moaned at his words, your body arching towards him, craving his touch. "Cho, please," you urged, your voice dripping needily.  He smirked slyly and took a moment to admire you, his starry eyes filled with adoration and possessiveness. His finger tips toying with your nipples and dragging back down to feel the warmth of your core.

He huffed, his lips and teeth left a trail of love bites along your skin; from your neck, over your collar bone, and to your cute tits. He plastered those fervent wet, hot hickies, doused in his saliva and sticky kisses. Each one a reminder of his need to claim you, "You're fucking mine~"

He smiled looking back up at you, a mixture of sweet and dilated obsession, as you began to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours.

His body pressed against yours, his hands explored every inch of you, his touch both gentle and demanding. He took his time, making sure you felt every digit of his fingers, every grip of his hand, every pulse of his warmth growing between your legs.

His grip grows a bit more rough as you begin to pathetically grind on his lap... His free hand reaching between your legs delicately and exploratively, watching the expression of your face, analyzing the flinch of your stomach. Hearing the change in your breathing like a song... and ultimately, feeling the pulse of your walls around his fingers.

You let out a relieved moan as his fingers start to work their magic... a dizzying rush of warmth surging from your sacral to the zuzzing in your head...

"P-please?" you desperately let out...

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(dividers by @cafekitsune)

[pertaretart]

❣️🩸CONVERGENCE🩸❣️ A family picture of Choso and (most of) his bros (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) Hope you like it!!! Let me now if you do uwu

[gotharchaeolgst]

Yes Choso please please adopt him

[theelegantpotato]

Here it is, my most wondrous accomplishment ever, a bracelet i have drawn, manufactured, and toiled over, and my husband modeling said bracelet bc dudes got them good hands and I don’t swear on my life

I am so frickin deceased and off my meds LETS GO

Shop link here <3

[pynkricee]

Sorry Mr. Tease....

"Choso stop teasing me like that... it's not funny. I was horny and you stopped it..."

Her face was so cute when she looked upset, I couldn't help but tease her some more and get her stired up..."Awww poor baby... My baby girl is mad cause I moved your hand away from my dick huh.."

Balling up her little fist, she nugged me in the arm. "Shut it Cho... " Her face was red as a can of paint while her arms were crossed and her head turned to keep me from looking in her eyes. The blush from her embarrassment changed her beautiful skin tone to a chestnut shade with a hint of pink that I couldn't help but laugh about. "Stop making fun of me.." He nugged me again but even harder this time and it was too cute with her lip poked out.

(She wasn't going to get away with that one..)

Sneering the corners of my mouth I grabbed both her wrist, forcing her hands to my stomach, moving closer and closer to my private area. "You play to fucking much y/n.." I let out a mischievous laugh pulling her hands down closer.. "It's my turn to play now.." I could feel her trying to jerk away but she wasn't going any fucking where.

"Choso what are you trying to ..."

"Don't worry about it since I'm this so called big tease.."

She forcefully ripped her grip from. Which surprised cause baby girl was strong..

She immediately climbed on top of me, stradding me on the couch. She took off her shirt, throwing it up against the wall.. her beautiful bare breast perked up in front of me. I wanted nothing more but to taste them . Caress them around my wet tongue. I had no idea what she was about to do but I was ready..

Leaning over she forced her tongue in my mouth pushing myself back as I moaned from surprise. Our mouths were having a nasty, full on battle til I felt her cold hands quickly pull my shirt off, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. My lips were wet with her saliva and I couldn't do nothing more but lick it off.

Breaking the kiss, she then stood up, holding her hand out to me. So I took it standing up facing her. She was so tiny.. my baby.. my princess. Whatever the hell she wanted to do with me.. I would let her....

Biting her juciy big bottom lip she wrapped her thumbs around the inside of my pants using her weight to pull them down as she fell bent down to the floor. Lifing my legs up one by one, she took and threw the pants to the wall. She then stood back up not breaking eye contacts ad I tilted my head to her, gleaming my eyes into hers..

"What the fuck..." Her push caught me off guard as she used her weight to push me down on the couch as she then straddled me , wrapping her legs on each side. Her soaking wet pussy dripping on dick as I leaned in forward using my tongue to lick her top lip. "SO.... this is when you're suppose to fuck the shit out of me huh?"

"Nah.... I'm not ganna fuck the shit outta you.. Ima put you to sleep..." Her warm hand wrapped around my erect penis. The precum was already dripping from my dick as she slowly slid me inside her.

"Shiiiiiiiittttt...Baby.... Fuuuuuu" Her pussy was so wet as she began to rock her hips roughly back and forth... I had no choice other than to grab and dig my nails in hips. Her moans filled the walls and my ears. The way an echo would bounce in the movie theater is the way it sounded right now as my moans fought with hers..

"Cho... baby.. I wanna make you cum.. ! " Her panting got harder as her lips rubbed up against mine. Both of our mouths opened, breathing against each other. My tongue licking the front of her teeth... "I'm tryna fuck your head up to only think about me baby.."

"Is..is that right baby?" I moaned leaning back , shooting my dick into her harder, touching her g-spot. Her pussy walls clenching to around my throbbing penis. My left hand gripping the skin off her ass as my right reached up grabbing her breasts, stroking her nipple. My hand went from her nipple straight to the back of her neck as I yanked her into my mouth, giving her this wet sloopy kiss that she couldn't resist.

My buns started to come undone as I could feel my dick on the verge of exploding. I then let out a load moan grabbing her hip even harder as her pussy was digging deeper ontop of my dick with her ass clapping from behind. Her juices making her ass clap harder on my lap as the splashes mixed with my cum hit my inner thighs.

"God Damnitttt Shiitttttt .... y/n...." I groaned grabbing the back of her head as much teeth sunk into the side of her neck.

"I told you...I'd fuck your mind up Choso.. " She was panting so hard her nipples stood attention from her shivers.

I pulled her back into my mouth, pushing my tongue against hers as we both were steady moaning.. my hips still slowly moving as my cum still filled her.

Breaking the kiss I looked her in the eyes..giving her that evil grin that always made her pussy drip...

" Hmmmm.. I don't wanna hear that shit.."I smiled as my lips softly touched hers..

[y6smeen]

Choso sketch

[o-rbin]

Favorite works of 2024! [So far. We still have a ways to go 😌]

[maiackmn]

I drew another picture! If y'all wanna see the full drawing check out my Instagram, I would appreciate it <3 @/maikamoart

https://www.instagram.com/maikamoart?igsh=MXVkamY2YzVvZDN5bg==

[natasaa13]

"You're trouble" ft.Choso Kamo

“You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.

“You’d think by now, they’d ban him from campus activities,” Choso chuckled, shaking his head.

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The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of mugs filled the cozy living room of Suguru’s apartment. He and Choso sat at the kitchen counter, both nursing cups of coffee and laughing about something Gojo had done earlier that week—a ridiculous prank involving neon paint and the debate club’s posters.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they just gave up,” Suguru replied, grinning. “Gojo’s like a tornado in human form.”

The sound of Suguru’s bedroom door creaking open interrupted their laughter.

“Hey, Suguru!” Musa’s voice carried through the apartment. “I borrowed your band tee, okay? I’m heading out with Shoko in a bit!”

Suguru froze mid-sip, his brow furrowing. “Wait, what band tee?” he called back, already annoyed.

Before he could get an answer, Musa appeared in the kitchen doorway.

Choso turned his head, his breath catching in his throat.

There she stood, long black wavy hair cascading down her back like ink, baby blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She wore one of Suguru’s oversized band t-shirts, paired with tiny shorts that barely peeked out from underneath, and thigh-high boots that hugged her legs perfectly. She looked effortlessly stunning, the kind of person who could turn heads without even trying.

“Oh,” she said, clearly startled to see someone other than her brother. “I didn’t realize we had company.”

Choso, momentarily caught off guard, managed a polite nod. “Hi. I’m Choso.”

Musa offered a warm smile, stepping into the room and extending her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Musa, Suguru’s sister.”

Choso shook her hand, his dark eyes flickering with something Suguru didn’t miss. He scowled.

“Musa,” Suguru said sharply, his tone already brimming with irritation. “What are you wearing?”

She rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter. “It’s just a t-shirt, Suguru. Relax. Shoko and I are going to grab dinner and maybe hit a club.”

“That’s not just a t-shirt,” Suguru argued, standing up. “It’s my t-shirt, and it’s practically a dress on you. Plus, you’re showing way too much skin.”

“It’s not your job to police what I wear,” Musa shot back, crossing her arms. “I can take care of myself.”

Choso glanced between the two, clearly trying to remain neutral, though his gaze lingered on Musa longer than it probably should have.

“I’m serious, Musa,” Suguru insisted, his overprotective side kicking in. “You can’t just walk around like that. You’ll attract the wrong kind of attention.”

“I’m not walking around, Suguru. I’m going out with Shoko. She’s literally my best friend.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Suguru muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not leaving the house like that.”

Musa narrowed her eyes. “Oh, really? Last I checked, I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t need your permission to dress how I want.”

Choso cleared his throat awkwardly, finally speaking up. “Uh, maybe I should—”

“Stay out of this,” Suguru and Musa snapped in unison, glaring at him before turning back to each other.

Choso raised his hands in surrender, leaning back in his chair and quietly sipping his coffee.

“Look,” Musa said, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “I’m not going to stand here and argue with you all night. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up.”

“Musa—”

She ignored him, walking toward the door. Before leaving, she glanced back at Choso with a small smile. “It was nice meeting you. Maybe next time, it’ll be under better circumstances.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Suguru simmering with frustration and Choso quietly intrigued.

The silence stretched for a moment before Choso spoke, his voice low and contemplative.

“She seems... nice.”

Suguru shot him a dark look. “Don’t even think about it.”

Choso smirked, taking another sip of his coffee. “Didn’t say I was thinking anything.”

“Good,” Suguru muttered, though his tone lacked conviction.

But even as the conversation moved on, Choso couldn’t get the image of Musa out of his mind—the way her smile had lingered just a little longer than necessary, the soft sway of her hair as she’d walked away.

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Musa stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, still half-asleep, her oversized hoodie practically swallowing her. The soft scent of coffee wafted through the air, and she followed it like a moth to a flame.

Suguru was already there, dressed in casual sweats, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug in hand. He glanced up as she entered, his expression a mix of hesitation and guilt.

“Good morning,” Musa mumbled, grabbing her own mug and pouring herself some coffee.

“Morning,” Suguru replied, his tone cautious.

The silence between them stretched uncomfortably as Musa sipped her coffee, her back turned to her brother. Finally, Suguru sighed and set his mug down.

“Look,” he began, breaking the quiet, “about last night…”

Musa turned to face him, one brow raised. “What about it?”

“I overreacted,” Suguru admitted, his voice softer than usual. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just… I worry about you, okay?”

Musa blinked, taken aback by his candidness. “I can take care of myself, Suguru. You know that.”

“I do,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… you’re my little sister—”

“By three minutes,” Musa interjected with a small smirk.

“Still younger,” he retorted, a hint of his usual humor returning.

Musa softened, the corners of her lips twitching upward. “You know, you can’t keep treating me like a kid forever.”

“I know,” Suguru said with a sigh. “I guess it’s just hard to turn off the whole ‘big brother’ thing. Especially when I see you dressed like that, and… I don’t know. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you.”

Musa set her mug down and crossed her arms, her expression serious. “Suguru, you don’t need to protect me from the world. I’m not some fragile thing that’s going to break. You taught me to be strong, remember?”

Suguru hesitated, then gave her a faint smile. “Yeah, I remember.”

Musa took a step closer, nudging him lightly with her elbow. “Apology accepted. But next time, just tell me you’re worried instead of going all dictator on me.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. But I still think you need your own band t-shirts.”

Musa tilted her head. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Suguru began, grabbing his keys off the counter, “let’s go shopping. My treat. We’ll get you your own band tees so you can stop raiding my closet.”

Musa blinked in surprise. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Completely,” Suguru replied, his grin widening. “We’ll even grab coffee after. What do you say?”

Musa narrowed her eyes playfully. “Are you trying to bribe me into forgiving you?”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a shrug.

She laughed, shaking her head. “Fine. But don’t think this means I’m not borrowing your clothes anymore.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” Suguru muttered, leading the way to the door.

The mall was bustling with activity when they arrived, the usual weekend crowd milling about. Suguru led Musa to a music store tucked away in the corner, the walls lined with band merchandise, vinyl records, and posters.

“Alright,” he said, gesturing to the rows of t-shirts. “Pick whatever you want. Just don’t bankrupt me, okay?”

Musa rolled her eyes. “Relax, Mr. Moneybags. I’m not that high-maintenance.”

She began browsing through the racks, occasionally holding up a shirt to inspect it. Suguru watched her, a small smile playing on his lips.

It wasn’t often they got to spend time like this—just the two of them, without the chaos of friends or classes getting in the way.

“Found anything?” he asked after a while.

Musa held up a black t-shirt with a bold graphic of a band she loved. “What about this one?”

Suguru nodded. “Good choice. Anything else?”

She grabbed another shirt and a hoodie, tossing them over her arm. “You’re the one paying, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, following her to the register.

Once they’d checked out, they made their way to a nearby café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air as they stepped inside.

Settling into a corner booth, Suguru slid her drink across the table. “So, you and Shoko have fun last night?”

Musa sipped her coffee, nodding. “Yeah. We had lots fun actually.”

“I'm glad you had fun sis,” Suguru said with a smile.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking and laughing like they always did. For a moment, it felt like they were kids again, before life had gotten so complicated.

“You know,” Musa said, leaning back in her chair, “you’re not a terrible brother when you’re not being overprotective.”

“High praise,” Suguru replied dryly, though his grin betrayed his amusement.

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Later in the week, the living room of Suguru’s apartment was dimly lit, illuminated only by the bluish glow of the TV. A half-empty bowl of popcorn sat between Choso and Suguru on the couch, and the low drone of a narrator’s voice filled the room.

“…and thus, the ancient curse was sealed away, hidden in the ruins for centuries…”

Choso leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the documentary intently. “You know, stuff like this makes me wonder if curses were ever actually real.”

Suguru smirked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “You’d think with all the weird things that happen in the world, someone would’ve found solid proof by now.”

“Maybe,” Choso replied, his tone thoughtful. “But sometimes, I think the stories themselves are the proof. People don’t just make this stuff up out of nowhere.”

Suguru tilted his head, considering. “I guess you’re right. There’s always some truth to myths, even if it’s buried under a lot of exaggeration.”

The narrator continued, describing the discovery of a cursed artifact found in a remote part of Japan. Choso glanced at Suguru, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Bet if we were alive back then, you’d be the guy who accidentally unleashed a curse trying to prove it wasn’t real.”

Suguru laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. “And you’d be the one who tried to seal it and made it worse.”

“Touché,” Choso admitted, catching the popcorn and eating it.

They fell into a comfortable silence as the documentary shifted to footage of archeologists carefully excavating ancient ruins. Choso found himself relaxing, grateful for the rare quiet evening. Spending time with Suguru like this always felt easy, even when they argued about dumb things like who would survive a hypothetical curse apocalypse.

Just as the narrator began explaining the cultural significance of a talisman, a sudden noise broke the stillness—the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“Yo, Suguru! I’m home!” Musa’s voice echoed down the hallway.

Suguru sighed, pausing the documentary. “And there goes the peace and quiet.”

Choso chuckled, leaning back on the couch. “She’s not that bad.”

“You don’t live with her,” Suguru muttered, though his tone was more affectionate than annoyed.

The sound of footsteps grew louder, and soon Musa appeared in the doorway, her long black hair slightly tousled from the night air. She was dressed casually in joggers and a fitted sweater, but even in her most relaxed state, she had a presence that was hard to ignore.

“Oh,” she said, noticing Choso. “You’re still here.”

Choso gave her a polite nod. “Hey, Musa.”

Suguru gestured toward the TV. “We’re watching a documentary for class. You’re welcome to join, but I warn you—it’s not exactly thrilling.”

Musa tilted her head, intrigued. “What’s it about?”

“Curses, artifacts, ancient myths,” Choso explained. “Pretty standard stuff.”

“Hmm,” she mused, walking into the room and leaning on the back of the couch. “Sounds more interesting than whatever Shoko ditched me for.”

Suguru smirked. “Let me guess—she bailed to catch up on sleep?”

“Bingo,” Musa replied with a laugh.

“Classic Shoko,” both boys said in unison, making Musa roll her eyes.

“Move over,” she said, nudging Suguru’s shoulder. “I want to watch too.”

Suguru groaned but shifted to make room for her. Musa plopped down between them, her presence immediately shifting the dynamic.

As the documentary resumed, Musa asked questions here and there, her curiosity piqued by the subject matter. Choso found himself answering most of them, his deep voice steady and patient.

“So, they think this talisman actually held some kind of power?” she asked, pointing at the screen.

“Some scholars believe it was used in rituals,” Choso explained. “But others think it was just symbolic. Either way, it obviously meant a lot to the people who made it.”

Musa nodded, her baby blue eyes focused intently on the screen. “That’s kind of fascinating. Like, what if there’s some truth to it and we’ve just lost the ability to understand it?”

Choso smiled faintly. “That’s what makes it interesting—trying to figure out what they knew that we don’t.”

Suguru groaned dramatically. “Great. Now there are two of you nerding out over this.”

Musa smirked, elbowing him lightly. “You’re just mad because I’m smarter than you.”

“Smarter? Please,” Suguru retorted, though his grin gave him away.

As the documentary wound down, Musa stretched and yawned, leaning back against the couch. “That wasn’t bad. I might actually learn something if I keep hanging out with you two.”

“Stick around, and you’ll know more about curses than you ever wanted to,” Choso teased, earning a laugh from Musa.

Suguru watched the exchange, his protective instincts flaring as he noticed the easy rapport between his sister and his friend. Clearing his throat, he stood up and grabbed the empty popcorn bowl.

“Alright, enough bonding. It’s late. We should all call it a night.”

Musa glanced at the clock and shrugged. “Fair enough. Thanks for letting me crash your movie night.”

Choso smiled. “Anytime.”

As Musa headed toward her room, Suguru caught Choso’s eye, his expression unreadable. “Don’t get any ideas,” he said, his tone light but firm.

Choso raised his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say a word.”

“Good,” Suguru muttered, though he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this was only the beginning.

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As the sun streamed through the large windows of the campus hallways, lighting up the bustling corridors with a golden glow. Musa walked leisurely beside Shoko, their bags slung over their shoulders as they made their way to their next class.

"So," Shoko began, twirling a strand of her short, brown hair between her fingers, "are you ever gonna set me up with your brother? He’s ridiculously hot, Musa. Like, come on—do me a solid."

Musa rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "Gross, Shoko. That's my brother we’re talking about."

Shoko nudged her playfully. "That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a total catch. Tall, broody, smart, and let’s not even get started on the hair. I mean, those genetics? Chef's kiss."

"Okay, ew. Stop," Musa groaned, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Besides, Suguru’s impossible. He’s too busy being friends with Gojo and planning whatever nonsense they’re up to."

Shoko smirked. "Speaking of nonsense, what about you? Got anyone on your radar?"

Musa shook her head, her wavy black hair swaying with the motion. "Nope. No one. I’m focused on school, thank you very much."

"Ugh, you’re no fun," Shoko whined dramatically. "You could at least pretend to be interested in someone. Live a little, Musa."

"Yeah, yeah," Musa teased, pushing the door open to their classroom. "Maybe I’m just waiting for someone to come along and sweep me off my feet."

Shoko snorted. "Right. And maybe Gojo will magically become humble."

Both girls laughed as they found their seats, the conversation shifting to their professors and the upcoming exams.

Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, Gojo, Suguru, and Choso were lounging by the outdoor courtyard. Gojo leaned back against the bench, his signature sunglasses perched on his nose as he spoke animatedly.

"I’m telling you, the next party is going to be epic," Gojo declared. "We’re talking DJ, drinks, and maybe even a karaoke corner if I feel generous."

Suguru raised an eyebrow. "Karaoke? You’re the only one who’d actually enjoy that."

"Details, details," Gojo waved him off. "Oh, and I’ve got my eye on this girl I saw at the library. She’s got this whole mysterious vibe going on, but I still don’t know her name."

Choso, sitting quietly beside them, glanced up from the book he’d been skimming. "You sure she wasn’t just trying to study in peace?"

Gojo grinned. "Maybe. But a Gojo never misses a chance to impress."

Suguru shook his head, amused. "You’re impossible."

"Thank you, I try." Gojo stretched lazily. "Anyway, are we hanging out after class? Maybe grab some food?"

Choso closed his book and shook his head. "Can’t. I’ve got a paper to finish."

"Ugh, nerd," Gojo teased, earning a small glare from Choso.

"Alright, your loss," Suguru said, standing and brushing off his jeans. "We’ll catch you later. Don’t overdo it, man."

Choso nodded, watching as the two walked off, their conversation turning to the logistics of Gojo’s upcoming party.

As the final bell of the day rang, Musa packed up her things and walked out into the hallway, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder. She spotted her brother and Gojo waiting near the lockers.

"There’s our favorite girl," Gojo announced, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "Ready to go home?"

Musa rolled her eyes but didn’t shake him off. "You guys are such a hassle."

Suguru smirked. "And yet you’d be lost without us. Let’s go."

The three of them made their way toward the parking lot, Gojo launching into an elaborate story about his day while Suguru occasionally chimed in with sarcastic remarks. Musa laughed, enjoying the familiar rhythm of their group

The evening had settled comfortably over the apartment. Suguru and Gojo had taken over the couch, a pile of snacks and drinks spread out on the coffee table between them. Musa sat cross-legged on the armchair nearby, scrolling on her phone but still listening to their conversation.

“Okay, hear me out,” Gojo said, gesturing animatedly with a half-eaten bag of chips. “This girl in my class? Absolute knockout. But the second she opens her mouth—nothing but astrology nonsense. She asked me if I was a Leo rising before even saying her name.”

Suguru snorted, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Sounds like your type.”

“Hey! I have standards,” Gojo retorted, though his grin gave him away.

“Do you?” Musa chimed in, raising an eyebrow as she looked up from her phone.

Gojo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Musa, my dear, I thought you were on my side!”

Musa smirked. “I am—on the side of truth.”

Suguru laughed, leaning back against the couch. “She’s got you there, Satoru.”

Gojo pouted, but it lasted all of three seconds before he turned his attention to Musa. “Alright, little Suguru. Since you’re so quick to call me out, let’s hear about your love life.”

Musa blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You heard me,” Gojo said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve got to have someone in mind. A crush? A secret boyfriend? Come on, spill.”

Suguru immediately bristled, sitting up straighter. “Back off, Gojo. That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, relax,” Gojo said, waving him off. “She’s a grown woman. She can handle a little teasing.”

Musa rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. “I don’t have time for stuff like that. Classes, Shoko, dealing with you two—that’s enough to keep me busy.”

Gojo wasn’t convinced. “Uh-huh. Sure. But if you did have someone in mind, who would it be? Someone tall? Handsome? Maybe a little mysterious?”

Musa felt her cheeks warm under his scrutiny. “Why are you so invested in my nonexistent love life?"

“Because it’s fun,” Gojo replied with a grin.

Suguru groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“No way,” Gojo said, pointing a finger at Musa. “She’s dodging the question, and I’m not letting it go.”

Musa huffed, crossing her arms. “Fine. If you must know, I don’t have anyone in mind. Happy now?”

Gojo squinted at her, clearly unconvinced. “Liar. But I’ll let it slide—for now.”

Suguru threw a pillow at him. “Stop harassing my sister.”

Gojo caught the pillow with ease, tossing it back with a laugh. “You’re so overprotective. It’s cute, really.”

Musa shook her head, standing up and stretching. “I’m grabbing a drink. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.”

As she walked to the kitchen, she could still hear their banter.

“You really need to chill, Suguru,” Gojo said. “What are you gonna do when she actually starts dating someone?”

“She’s not dating anyone,nor is she going to" Suguru replied firmly.

Gojo laughed. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Musa smiled to herself as she poured a glass of water. Living with Suguru had its challenges, but moments like this reminded her of how much she loved their chaotic little family.

She padded into the kitchen, her socks soft against the wooden floors. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, letting out a contented sigh as she leaned against the counter. The day had been long, her brain fried from back-to-back lectures.

As she made her way back to the living room, the sound of a muffled grunt caught her attention. She peeked around the corner, raising an eyebrow at the sight before her. Gojo had Suguru in a headlock, the two of them wrestling like overgrown children on the floor.

"Tap out, Suguru! You’re done for!" Gojo crowed, his sunglasses askew and his grin obnoxiously wide.

"Get off me, idiot," Suguru growled, trying to twist free.

"Seriously? I left for 5 minutes" Musa muttered, leaning against the doorway with her glass in hand. "You two are ridiculous."

Both heads snapped up at her voice. Suguru immediately pushed Gojo off and sat up, brushing imaginary dust from his shirt to preserve whatever dignity he had left.

"Musa!" Gojo beamed, adjusting his sunglasses. "Perfect timing. We were just talking about you."

"Should I be worried?" she asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Not at all! Actually, I’ve got exciting news," Gojo said, springing to his feet and throwing an arm over her shoulder. "There’s a party tomorrow night—one I’m personally hosting—and you have to come."

Musa blinked, surprised. "A party? I don’t know…"

"Absolutely not," Suguru cut in, standing up and brushing his long hair back into place. His tone was firm. "She’s not going to your party, Gojo."

Gojo pouted. "Oh, come on, Suguru. It’ll be fun. What’s the harm?"

"The harm is you throwing a party with half the campus there," Suguru said, crossing his arms. "Yeah, Musa goes out with Shoko sometimes, but your parties are another level of chaos. I don’t want random guys from school hitting on her."

"First of all," Gojo said, holding up a finger, "she’s Suguru Geto’s sister. No one’s going to mess with her. Second, I’ll be there to keep an eye out. Third, Shoko’s coming, so she’ll have backup. And fourth, Musa’s not a kid. She can handle herself."

Suguru shot him a look. "She’s my sister, Gojo."

"And technically my little sister by association," Gojo said with a smug grin. "So I’d never let anything happen to her. Right, Musa?"

Musa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Can you two stop arguing about me like I’m not standing here?"

Suguru frowned. "You’re not seriously considering this, are you? Gojo’s parties are a nightmare."

Gojo clutched his chest in mock offense. "I prefer the term ‘legendary.’"

Musa tilted her head, considering. "I don’t know… It does sound fun. Classes have been exhausting lately, and a little break wouldn’t hurt."

Suguru looked at her, concern etched into his features. "Musa…"

She smiled softly. "Relax, Suguru. I’ll think about it. If I go, it’s not like I’ll be alone. Shoko’s always got my back, and I trust you two to keep things under control."

Gojo clapped his hands together. "That’s the spirit! I’ll save you a spot near the karaoke machine."

"Don’t push it," Musa warned, though she couldn’t help but laugh.

Suguru let out a resigned sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if you go, I’m watching you like a hawk."

"Gee, thanks, Dad," Musa teased.

Gojo burst out laughing. "Oh, this is going to be great."

Suguru glared at him, but Musa could only shake her head. This is going to be one he'll of a party.

To be continued

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