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Virgin Choso who doesnt know why he feels hot one day when he looks at you, something twitching in his pants and his face turns pink from…embarrassment? He doesnt understand these new feelings that come with having a human body, and he doesn’t know why he’s reluctant to ask someone about it. Not you atleast, he couldn’t ask you. What if you thought he was weird? or creepy? why does he even care? he’s never cared about silly things like what others think of him.
When he eventually confides in his younger brother Yuji, he tells him something he can’t pick whether is terrifying or exciting. “its normal bro, you just like her,” he tells him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and when you like somebody they often make you feel uh…horny,” Yuji said grinning. Choso gets more and more embarrassed as Yuji tells him the basics of the birds and the bees.
Now Choso was in his bed, rock hard in his underwear after thinking about you for a little too long. He thought of what Yuji told him to do when his cock starts feeling weird, he had to ‘jerk off’ which his brother had told him would ’help the ache in his dick but make his feelings for you worse’
Choso sighed and reached a hand down to touch his cock, not yet reaching into his underwear. He sucked in a breath, it was terribly sensitive. pathetic.
He thought about you as he rubbed himself with his hand, thought about how you look when you laugh, about your pretty fucking eyes. The prettiest ones he’d ever seen in his almost 200 years of living. He shudders, and when he looks down again there’s a wet spot forming in his underwear, right where his tip was placed.
He feels dirty, he feels like a pervert. Thinking about his pretty friend while doing something so nasty. It feels wrong. But he needs it, he craves it.
He reluctantly pulls down his boxers, watching as his cock springs up, and it hurts. He thinks of you again, about that one time you stumbled over your own feet, and put your pretty little hand on his chest so you wouldn’t fall.
He touches his tip and he whines. fuck. it’s red and sensitive and little beads of what he assumes is pre cum, leaks out.
He starts playing with himself, grasping his length softly and stroking it once. He lifts up his tshirt and puts it in his mouth, to not make too much noice. it feels so fucking good already.
He begins stroking it slowly. up and down, just doing what feels good. He spits in his hand and brings it back to his cock to continue jerking off. He whimpers.
He’s so desperate for you to like him, for you to touch him, for him to be yours. And for you to be his. He closes his eyes, and he pictures you next to him, your smaller hand replacing his own, stroking him, telling him you love him. He thinks about kissing your pretty lips, holding your cute face in his hands. He thinks about being inside you,
his dick twitches as he groans, spilling his sticky load on his stomach while his whole body shakes. He stares at his mess, breathing heavily while he comes down from his high.
fuck. He wants you so bad, he needs you.
and Yuji was right, the ache in his now softening dick is gone, but the ache in his heart only got worse.
part two here
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inspired by this gorgeous fanart
“mm good morning” you smile greeting choso, even before you open your eyes.
his long hair tickles your chest as he leaves sweet kisses on your neck. you extend your arms to hug his shoulders to which he hisses.
“sorry, angel, but your acrylics were particularly sharp last night” he apologizes by giving your cheek a long wet kiss as you move his hair to the side and try to look over his shoulder to see the damage you caused on his back.
“cho~” you whine sadly, not realizing how deep you went until you saw the dark red marks on his pale skin, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“i liked it” he whispers, “but it’ll sting for a little while.”
“how can i make it up to you?” you wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer.
“by joining me in the shower” he pecks your lips, chocolate eyes lovely gazing at you with some black eyeliner smeared underneath.
“let’s go then” you kiss him back taking your time to lightly suck his bottom lip.
“actually” he sits up with you on his lap, “gotta make yuuji breakfast first, so… afterwards?” he asks insecure if you’re willing to stay that long.
and how can you say no when he looks at you like that?
choso gives you a clean boxer and one of his black worn out band shirts before you use his bathroom to remove the remaining of your makeup and brush your teeth.
when you go down stairs choso is scrambling some eggs with nothing but grey sweats on, you shouldn’t tease yourself by approaching him… but he looks so sexy by the stove like that, messy hair down from the usual buns, scratch marks on his back and clearly no underwear.
choso says your name in a warning tone when you kiss the space between his shoulder blades, a sneaky hand goes to his front, feeling his abdomen contract under your palm.
“i know…” you retract your hand before things escalate and yuuji catches you in a compromising situation… again.
last time yuuji wasn’t even supposed to be home, so you two took the liberty of fucking on the couch and almost breaking a limb when the pink haired boy arrived from the party that ended up sooner than expected covering his eyes and shouting apologies while choso cussed him and you tried to calm him down and cover your chest at the same time.
well at least it was a funny story to tell your friends the next day.
choso calls for yuuji before turning off the stove and adjusting his pants. you put some coffee for the two of you then take a seat at the table.
he’s still looking for something inside the fridge when yuuji arrives, slapping a hand on his brother’s bare back.
“oh hey, good morning” he greets you with a smile while choso softly curses in the back.
“morning yuuji” you smile back, rubbing a hand on choso’s arm as he sits down slowly next to you trying to not touch his now very sore back on the chair.
“so…” yuuji takes his plate of eggs and juice then joins you at the table, “who’s paying for my noise cancelling headphones?”
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Choso x gn!reader
cw: none
Choso loves doing your skin care routine. He doesn’t have one of his own, but the intimacy that comes from it makes him feel all giggly inside, and he can’t have enough of that.
After putting your pyjama on, you head to the bathroom, and that’s when you hear Choso catching up behind you. You suppress your smile when you stand in front of the sink and see your boyfriend arriving from the mirror. “What are you doing, baby?,” he asks softly as he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your middle.
“Skincare,” you murmur, trying to suppress a grin as you take your headbands. Choso insisted to have one himself, since to him ‘he couldn’t leave you alone when you did your masks’. You give him the frog one before putting yours.
When you look back at the mirror you see your grown up boyfriend, that usually scares everyone with his bored look, standing there with frog’s eyes standing up from his unruly dark hair. You stifle a chuckle before you turn around and cup his face in your hands. “Cute,” you murmur before standing on your tiptoes and pecking his lips.
When you pull back you see a blush spreading over his ears and neck at your words. You take a moment to observe his uncovered forehead, a rare sight that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. “You’re cute too,” he tells you and your face softens at the tenderness behind his words.
After washing both of your faces, you take two sheet masks. “I want the blueberry one,” Choso tells you as he leans closer to you, taking a look at the masks’ envelops.
You chuckle at his words and turn to look at him, deciding to tease him a little. “And what if I wanted that one?,” you ask him, raising your brows.
Choso frowns at your words and takes a moment to look at you before pursing his lips. “Fine… I’ll take the Aloe one,” he mutters, looking back at you with furrowed brows.
You let out a soft chuckle at that, because how precious is he? If you wished, he would give you the entire world.
“Kidding… you can take the blueberry one,” you tell him, kissing his shoulder before turning to the sink to open the masks. You take out his, and after you have spread out the sheet, you turn to him. The mask dangles from your hands while you look up at him and realise that you can’t reach him. He is too tall.
“Lean down,” you tell him and he smirks. “Magic word?,” he asks you, tilting his head to the side smugly. He was enjoying it, he always did. You roll your eyes and sigh, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” you mutter, glaring at him, unable to hide your smile.
He chuckles softly and raises his brows. “Am I?,” he retorts, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Then, he leans down and steals a kiss from your lips, before murmuring against them, “so… magic word?”
“Please…,” you mumble, trying to stop the smile spreading on your lips. He knows the effect a simple kiss from him has on you, and he revels in that.
After leaving another kiss on your cheek, he nods and pulls back, letting you put the sheet mask on his face.
When you’ve put both of them on his and your face, you look back at the mirror. The sight is both hilarious and cute at the same time; on one side, Choso is standing taller with his frog headband, a satisfied expression on his face covered with the mask sheet. And on the other, there is you.
It’s no lie that you two are really a good couple, complimenting each other in every aspect.
However, when you see a smile cracking on Choso’s face, you physically can’t hold back yours. Before you know it, both of you burst into a fit of laughter.
You have to turn around to try to stop laughing, since looking back at your boyfriend makes you laugh even harder. Soon after, tears well up in your eyes and you’re folded in two while Choso leans against the sink, his head tilted back while he loudly laughs.
“Stop laughing!,” you try to say, but Choso shakes his head while he tries to breath over the laughter. You feel the sheet mask moving away from your face from the broad smile on your face, so you decide to head to the door, needing to put distance between you two.
“Come back!,” he calls after you, following you outside the bathroom. You let out a little scream when he grips your hips and pulls you back against his chest. You hold your mask against your face while you lean back, chuckling. Choso leans down and starts to leave little kisses on your neck. “You’re so precious like this…,” he murmurs against your skin.
You try to squirm away from his grip from the feeling of his wet mask against your skin. “Stop, Cho!” You whine as you try to push him away. He holds you tighter, observing you with a love struck expression.
You turn your head to look at him, letting out a soft chuckle at how intensively he is observing at you. “What?,” you ask him softly, before you pout playfully. “Am I ugly?,” you ask him.
He shakes his head, his smile widening, “ugly? I don’t think that word can be put in the same sentence as you,” he murmurs before he leans closer and kisses your lips, careful because of the masks. You feel butterflies flying freely in your stomach, and you wonder how can he still have this effect on you even after years.
“I just thought I would love to take a picture of you,” he murmurs against your lips, and you widen your eyes, squirming away from his grasp, interrupting the tender moment. “Never!,” you scream before running away.
Needn’t to say that, from that moment on, you denied him to be there when you put your masks on.
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choso is an attentive lover, much to his own detriment.
when he overheard you talk about an attractive male actor with your friends one evening, he went into a googling deep dive and pored over all the actor’s images.
the actor was dressed to the nines, hair short and combed back, had a charming smile that even made choso fall in love with him a little but then he realised how different he was from him in all aspects and how much he paled in comparison.
experiencing the 21st century as an 19th century man was a jarring reminder of how much of an outsider he was no matter how much he tried to think otherwise.
so many things had changed, the way people spoke, dress and lived was one that would cause such scandal and shame in his time. however, he tried to adapt to this world as much as he could: he learned the latest lingo, learned how to use the internet, changed his style all to become the perfect modern man.
when he came home to show you his new makeover instead of being met with praise and being showered with compliments, you stared at him for a while before you frowned at him.
this action already sent choso’s brain into a frenzy. he racked through his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong.
did i forget an important date? did i not feed the cat before i left the house? did i say something that upset them?
luckily you spared him the torture that was succumbing to his overthinking mind and gave him a response. “i mean you look great and all but you look so different…so not like you.”
choso was taken aback by that. “what do you mean?” you walked over to him and messed up his perfect comb over before you left the room for a brief moment returning with makeup remover.
choso didn’t move as you wiped the foundation off his cheeks and nose with a cotton pad, revealing his signature mark that you loved and often kissed every time you saw it.
“there.” you said with a proud smile as the face of your lover came finally back to you. “there’s the man i fell in love with, not the random salaryman.” you cupped his face and looked at him with all the love that your eyes could manage to convey.
“never change choso, i mean that.” you said softly.
his heart warmed at your words knowing that you loved him for who he was. he also felt a tad bit smug knowing that he won you over from that handsome bastard of an actor.
maybe being a 19th century man does have it’s perks, (if you count).
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Texting the jjk men
"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"
Warning fluff *wink wink* 😍
Thought I'll do this since I'm leaving tomorrow
And idk if I'll get signal over there so enjoy :)
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Gentle Lovin’ — Choso Kamo
Holds him very gently 😭🤲
In any day amongst the other, he never could've imagined the life he had been dealt. Choso was merely under the impression he would always just leave behind a trail of destruction of blood and tears in his wake, never being able to see his brothers again. Close to even killing another of his brothers of whom he recently learned that he held close relations with, he almost injured himself for just almost killing Itadori Yuuji. He was confused, full of uncertainty and was just ready to end it on behalf of all his brothers before him.
But you, you came right along and slapped him with a face full of love he was never accustomed too, let alone actually recognizing it. But it felt.. young, refreshing to feel. Not having to live a reality that felt full of delusions of hope, to some it seemed incomprehensiable but to Choso Kamo alone -- He was here and alive in your arms.
"Choso baby." You murmur softly, threading your fingers through the abyssal black hair you've come to love and recognize just merely upon one look at him. He hummed in response, lacking the proper energy to even want to respond to you. "Are you comfortable? Your neck most be cramping in that position."
You let out a chuckle as he nodded, only nuzzling further to feel the warmth residing in your chest.
"So no then, you sure you don't wanna readjust?" You motion, tracing his clothed musculature. "I might even cramp my own neck." Choso perked up at this, and lifted himself off of your body with a groan. The raven-haired man and gently lifted you up toward the side, rolling you over onto your side. Which had resulted in you being the one cuddling up to him, he nuzzled you closer to the warmth of his body, as possibly close as can be.
"Pfft." You snicker absentmindedly, your hand laying to rest on his bare chest. "You. are. hopeless." These words seemed to be insulting, yet it was fully affectionate, only to you and Choso alone.
"Mmh," Choso readjusted his own head, his windswept hair ending up tickling the forefront of your temple, causing you to chuckle at the ticklish sensation. Though you couldn't see, you could sense his vague smile. In turn, You grinned and looked up at him properly, locking eyes with his own your breath had caught in your throat for a moment--taking the time to revel in the beauty of his eyes.
For some reason, you couldn't help but feel lucky to live for a domestic moment such as this. This was real, and you were here with him.
Safe to say he also has the same sentiment, as he just tightened his grip almost barely. You weren't sure what else to do beside being just held by your cute little man, in all honesty (right now he's just being adorable as hell.)
Suddenly, an urge to touch his face came over you. So you began at his jawline, trailing from there slowly and awaiting his reaction. You were slow and steady to ensure that he can stop you from touching his face any time he wanted to.
In fact, he hadn't made any move to stop you. Rather he had encourage you with a warm hum, leaning into your touch.
Choso closed his eyes, he was enjoying your face-touching. You smiled upon knowing this and went along as he had mention without a word being spoken.
Between you and Choso, no words aren't really needed. Behind closed doors anyway, merely consistent hums and murmurs.
From beyond the long day's hard work, your sociability to actually interact and speak with people is hellishly drained. Choso understands this well, even with being an elder brother it is a harsh job. But it is a job he takes with pride.
"So handsome..." You admired him, just for now. Now tracing his markings that ran across his face diagonally and vertically, he hummed and simply just laid there as to not throw you off, he found amusement in your cute ministrations.
Truthfully, he never wanted this to stop.
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Looking Glass
Choso Kamo x GN!Reader
Summary: you get changed in your bathroom with the door cracked, only to realise your boyfriend can see you in the mirror.
CW: thigh touching at the end.
“I’m gunna go change for bed.” You told your boyfriend as you stood up from where you two were cuddling.
He hummed in agreement as he watched you grab your change of clothes and head to the bathroom.
Leaving the door slightly ajar as it didn’t really matter with him. You were comfortable with him like no one else you’ve met before.
Choso lightly hummed to himself as he took the bands out of his hair to let it fall loose on his shoulders. In the process, he turned his head towards the bathroom door and caught a glimpse of skin.
He blushed for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to see which part of you he could see.
He realised it was your stomach when you were lowering your tank top on. He blushed even harder in embarrassment because he blushed at the sight of your stomach. Idiocy, really. He thought to himself.
He couldn’t help but to keep looking into the mirror beyond the sliver of the door that was open. He couldn’t resist looking at you.
He knew you were beautiful, you made his heart race when you gave him one of your big smiles. Or when you’re sleeping so calmly in his arms.
But he didn’t know just seeing your stomach and your thighs, as you changed into more comfy pants, that he’d blush like this.
He cleared his throat and started trying to find something, anything else to look at so he wouldn’t get caught.
You exited the bathroom, back into your shared bedroom and curled up to his chest. He rested his hand on your shoulder and tried hiding his face in your hair.
You could feel the heat radiating off of his face and looked up questioningly. He sputtered for a moment “I- I-“ he knew he couldn’t lie to you. You always knew. “I could kinda see you in the mirror when you were changing.” You chuckled.
“That’s all? That’s got you blushing so hot you could heat a kettle with your face?” You tease as you kiss his cheek. “I’m assuming you liked what you saw, then?” You ask. He nods.
“I really only saw your stomach and your thighs, but it made me blush. And blushing at just that was a bit embarrassing so it was just a cycle of blushing” he chuckles nervously and you smile at his confession. You take your hand and cover his own that in your shoulder and rest it innocently on your thigh, letting him feel the flesh that had made him blush so.
“We can cuddle all night with you touching my thighs and stomach so you don’t have to be trapped in a blush cycle.” You lift your hand now and reach to tuck a stray hair behind his ear. “I love you, Cho.”
“I love you more, my love.” He responds as he pulls you closer to him and cuddles further into the covers.
©️RhaenZokla
Hope you enjoyed!
Thank you for reading!
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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 *.⊹˚𐀔
choso liked having matching hair with you. since he started dating you, he realized how healthy his hair became. was it the coconut oil or all the curry leaves you liked putting in his food to take to university?
"stay still, cho." you say, pulling his hair back in a ponytail.
"i ammm." he whines, his head being jerked back as you agressively massage the oil into his hair.
it’s like your mom used to oil your hair- yanking and pulling. you slick his hair back into a tight ponytail.
“so pretty.” you grin, handing him a mirror.
he stares back, seeing a shiny, raven haired, egg.
“baby-“ he starts.
you cut him off. “no. you look cute.” you fawn over him, kissing his cheeks.
“you’re gonna give me a receding hairline by how tight you tied this ponytail.” he grumbles.
“it’s a clean hairstyle. you’ll thank me for your long luscious locks later on, baby.” you giggle.
“it better be worth this headache.” choso grimaces. “i love you.”
you beam, kissing the corner of his mouth. “i love you too.”
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BOYFRIEND! CHOSO. — GENERAL HEADCANONS
❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀featuring : choso with a gender-neutral reader
❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀synopsis : how choso is like as your boyfriend !
❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀notes : no gendered terms used . fluff . "love" as a nickname .
He always has a hand on you somewhere, especially when you’re out in public together. There’s this need to constantly be touching you in some manner, so you can expect for his hand to be resting on the middle of your back or shoulder whenever he’s lingering by your side. A silent reminder that he’s right there, a promise that he won’t leave your side.
Because of his height and demeanor, he ends up being your scary dog privilege. He comes off as intimidating as he lingers right by you with his typical expression while you simply don’t see what others see and look at him with such adoration in your eyes.
Immediately after your first kiss, he was leaning in for another one. The touch of your lips pressed against his is a feeling that he quickly grew addicted to and wanted more of.
Ever since then, you can expect for him to press short, quick kisses right after you two finish a kiss. He can’t help it, and you have no complaints in giving him more affection.
“One more,” Choso murmurs against your lips, barely allowing for there to be space between your lips. You barely have the time to let out a tiny laugh and repeat his words when his lips are already locked onto yours. Anytime you two part from a kiss and you begin to lean back, his lips follow after immediately. “What happened to just one more?” You ask him, grinning at the way he seems to be holding back a whine over this pause in kisses. “I’m sorry, love,” His hands cup your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks gently, as he presses kiss after kiss against your lips, “I just really enjoy kissing you.”
To him, it doesn’t matter what you two end up doing as long as he’s by your side. If you want to watch or play something that he isn’t familiar with then he will be there to keep you company. Maybe he’s watching you a bit more than what it is you’re watching/playing, but that’s only because he adores seeing how happy you get from what you’re doing.
If you want to share any facts or infodump about your interests then he’ll listen attentively to you. Not only that, but he'll go out of his way to do additional research on your interests with the help of Itadori depending on if it’s a particular franchise or series that you’ve told him about.
Speaking of Itadori, he ends up coming around to hang out with you two. Especially on movie nights. You both don’t mind considering you enjoy his presence and Choso loves spending time with his younger brother. It’s these moments where you’re getting along with Itadori or it gets late that both you and Itadori are becoming drowsy that squeezes his heart. The thought of being surrounded by two of the most important people in his life makes him incredibly happy.
If you asked to style his hair then he’ll gladly let you do so. It doesn’t matter if you make them uneven because he will keep it like that for the rest of the day. Good luck in trying to convince him to let you redo them.
“Let me fix it.” Before your hand can touch the uneven pigtails, his hand reaches out to intertwine your fingers and gently push them away from his hair. “No, it’s fine. I like the way you did it.” Choso tells you, squeezing your hand as if to reassure you of his opinion. “But they’re uneven! I can do better—” Your defense is cut short by a quick press of his lips onto yours. When he pulls back, his free hand holds the side of your face to guide your gaze up to his. “I told you it’s fine, love.”
On top of that, he’ll let you simply play around with his hair. If you want to try styling his hair some other way, use red hairties to make him resemble a cartoon ninja that you claim looks just like him, or if you simply want to run your fingers through his hair, he’s fine with either one. He just loves the feeling of you messing with his hair.
Leave it to him to learn how to cook your favorite dishes. At first, he’ll protest against you coming to help him since he wants to pamper and spoil you. But you still manage to weasel your way to help him out with cooking. He attempts to give you less of the work though as he doesn’t want to burden you with it. Your most important job is to taste the food, in which he’ll hold up a spoon of whatever it is you’re both cooking and wait for your thoughts. It takes a lot of convincing for him to let you take more part of the cooking, but he will relent eventually.
You both start to incorporate cooking as a nice thing to do together. If you saw a dish or dessert online that you felt the urge to make it yourself, the moment you tell him about it, he’s already making a list of what ingredients you both will need. It doesn’t matter what time of day this happens, he’ll do anything to help you recreate it even if it’s late at night after seeing you look so excited and determined.
If there’s any extras of anything you two happen to make, you always suggest packing it up to give to Itadori for him to share with his friends and it makes Choso so happy to see you think about his little brother.
Forgive him for being a bit clingy. After 150 years and barely experiencing these feelings of romance for the first time in his life, he’s not sure how to handle them properly. He vows to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had and can’t imagine anyone else being his partner. Out of nowhere, he tends to wrap his arms around you from behind and simply remain like that. It’s as if there’s a gravitational pull that leads him to you and he can’t ever seem to want to part ways from you for too long.
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Sketches [Choso x Reader]
Pairing: Choso x GN!Reader
Summary: Your charcoal artist boyfriend offers you draw you for the first time...
Warnings: implied no curses au, kissing; reader is referred to as beautiful but no gendered terms are used
Word Count: ~ 1600
Notes: This is so soggy fluffy oh my god. I am so down bad for this man. Anyway I was haunted by the image of Choso drawing with charcoal so here this is I guess.
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You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes burning into you.
You do your best not to fidget, yet it is so difficult. Choso’s eyes always held a certain solemn weight to them, which made being the focus of his gaze feel unlike anything else. Just being at the center of his attention normally made your heartbeat quicken and your breath catch in your chest. After dating for months, you thought you were finally acclimating to it. You were horribly incorrect
His normal gaze was nothing compared to this. Even though you are facing towards the window, ostensibly looking out of it, you see nothing. Your senses are narrowed down to the caress of his stare on the side of your face. If being under his scrutiny usually made you feel hot, being under it now made you burn. It was all you could think about.
You had seen him draw before; the single-minded focus he would get when he was creating. Many a time had you sat next to him, admiring his silhouette as he drew, completely oblivious to your attention. He would be trapped in his own world, dark eyes locked onto the subject of his newest sketch as his charcoal flew across the page. You always admired how immaterial his sketches looked at first, like he was merely doodling lines as he watched something. But then, as if magic, the drawing’s true form would take shape. It would take only a few more strokes of the pencil, or a decisive smudge of one calloused thumb through the dusty charcoal, and suddenly a perfect image would appear. No matter how many times you saw him work, it always managed to amaze you… the creation of something out of mere dust.
Your boyfriend did most of his artwork in charcoal. It wasn’t something that you knew much about before you met him, but it suited him. If a charcoal drawing came to life, you would imagine it to look like him. He was dark, and somewhat imposing, like the starkest strokes of the charcoal…but with charcoal pictures, the closer you looked, the more you noticed the softness of it, the gentle grays hiding amongst the harsher black, like Choso’s own softness, his caring hidden behind a blunt exterior.
You once joked that the tattoo across the bridge of his nose reminded you of the smears of black dust he would leave on everything after drawing. In reply he took his thumb and stroked it across your face, telling you that you matched now with the goofiest grin on his face. You swore you fell for him right then.
Choso once mentioned that he favored charcoal because of the emotion he could express with it. You were skeptical, at first, but you soon saw the providence of that statement in every one of his pieces. It was…captivating. Every time he would show you his drawing, it was like he invited you to look at its subject through his eyes. The trees you passed by every day on your way to work, a dog at the park, crowds in the city, the clouded skies before it rained…every mundane piece of life that you had grown used to would take on a new light when he drew them. It was like seeing each for the first time again; it gave you a sense of wonder at the world.
That was why when he offered to draw you, you agreed instantly. Whatever he made was always so beautiful…and a part of you desired to become beautiful by his hand.
And yet now you almost regretted your decision. You had been sitting for what felt like an eternity now. You can’t even face towards Choso to watch him work, as you normally did, because he had posed you facing the window for ‘better lighting’ or some other such excuse. You have the sneaking feeling that he felt too nervous to have you looking at him as he drew you.
You can understand the feeling. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart thump faster, and you struggle not to move and shake off the excess anxious energy. It’s ridiculous to get so flustered over the halfway imaginary feeling of someone just looking at you. But you can’t help yourself. Something about being under that intense glare makes you hyper aware of your own body. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you…if he can see the way your throat bulges as you swallow nervously. If he can see your pulse beating in your neck. If he can sense the blood in your body shifting rhythm in response to his gaze, in a sort of observer’s paradox.
You are broken out of your thoughts by your boyfriend’s soft voice. “It’s done. You can come over here now.”
You stand up so quickly you feel a little dizzy from it.
Now broken from his typical artist’s trance, Choso looks almost sheepish now. A complete contrast to how you perceived him a moment ago, burning intensity replaced with flushed cheeks and slightly averted eyes.
Now you are the one staring as he looks away.
You make your way over to sit next to him on the couch, body tilted towards his.
He’s almost clutching the sketchpad to his body, although, as always, he’s careful not to brush against it until the finishing spray is applied and the charcoal set.
“May I see it?” you ask him gently, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. He relaxes slightly into your touch. You haven’t seen him this nervous to share his art with you in a long time, not since the very early days of your friendship before you even began dating. Your own anxiousness from before is mellowed out by the sight of his own. You don’t even know why you felt it in the first place.
Choso lets out a little sigh, and hands the pad to you, bracing for verdict.
It’s…beautiful. You love all of his art, of course; not only because it technically looks good, but because you can see him in his art, so naturally you would adore it. But this feels different.
The piece is relatively simple, made using only a single piece of charcoal and his fingers to smudge it. And yet it captures your defining features perfectly. The drawing is clearly you, and yet you almost can’t believe that it is, because you’ve never seen yourself look like that.
In Choso’s art, you look…stunning. Every slope and curve of your face is highlighted by the darkness of the charcoal...your eyes are full of life even though they are no more than dark smears on paper. Your body is tilted in a way that makes you look regal, refined in a way you’ve never felt.
You cannot even fully describe how you look in the picture. Your head is spinning with a million thoughts, but only one makes it out of your mouth.
“Is this really how you see me?”
Choso finally tilts his head up to meet your eyes, his own serious. “I don’t even think I did you justice.”
You are careful to set the sketchpad aside safely before you throw yourself into his lap.
You press yourself close to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck to conceal the raw emotion spreading across it. His arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you closer even as he holds his hands away from your clothes so as not to get charcoal on you.
You had dreamed of him drawing you, of him making you even a fraction as pretty as his other art…and yet this was more than you ever could have wished for.
“Am I really that beautiful to you?” you whisper, lips pressed to the soft skin of his neck as you try to cling as close to him as possible.
He pulls back, just enough to where he can look you in the eyes once more. His hands come up to hold your head, gently like he fears you may break otherwise. The black dust on his fingers is no doubt leaving smears on your cheeks, but you can’t begin to care.
His gaze is just as intense as when he drew you. You are locked into the depths of his eyes.
“I could never even hope to capture how beautiful you are to me on paper. I told you I poured emotion into my drawings…but I’m not good enough to put all that I feel for you down in charcoal. I love you. I don’t think there’s anything I can create to express how much I do.” He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as he inhaled shakily.
You feel a tear drip down your face: not from sadness, but from sheer joy. Your heart feels like it’s about to overflow.
“I love you too, Choso. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”
You reach a hand out, caressing his chin, tilting his face into yours so you can press a slow, loving kiss to his lips. He meets you at the same pace; not a frantic make out, but something softer. Something unrushed, syrupy-sweet, as if you both are trying to press your feelings into one another’s mouths. Like you could make your lover swallow your devotion by feeding it to them with each languid stroke of tongue.
Choso’s hands are all over your body; on your face, caressing your neck, rucking your shirt up to grip onto your sides. Gone is the prior hesitation to sully you with the smudges of charcoal lingering on his hands. Now it marks you everywhere; an artist’s signature in every black fingerprint pressed onto your flesh.
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Delayed Mark
Word count: 5539
Paring: Choso x Gn! Reader
Summary: In a world with soulmates you were the only one born without a mark. After 25 years thinking you will never have a soulmate, your mark randomly appears. Only a few weeks later you find your soulmate during one of the worst curse attacks Jujutsu Sorcerers have seen since the Night parade of a hundred Demons.
Warnings: Spoilers for Choso’s character and history in general, slight spoilers for Kenjaku, Mentions of blood and death, if i missed anything let me know.
A/n: Hello people this has been in the works for a long time but finally got inspiration to finish it. The end might seem a bit rushed but I wanted to finally post it. So you aren’t surprised one satosugu is canon, Shoko x Haibara is real and you can fight me on it. Anyway I hope you enjoy and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, I’m looking at you @ness-iness . Also requests are open. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
I had to be the least lucky person alive. In a world where everyone has a mark on their body to tell them who their soulmate is, I was born without one. It's extremely rare for something like this to happen. No one knows why or how it happened. But when I was born it was evident that I was unmarked, destined to spend forever alone.
When I was younger it wasn't that bad because I didn't fully understand what it meant. Then when I reached middle school and all my friends started meeting their soulmates, I felt left out. My parents tried to tell me that 'maybe it will show up later' or that 'there is someone out there for you even if you don't have a mark.' They even went as far as to say I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. I wanted to believe them but in our world it can be hard, with happy soulmates everywhere you look.
It became even more apparent when I entered highschool and transferred to Jujutsu Tech. Though the number of people around was small, it was clear that everyone had a soulmate. It felt like fate was rubbing it in my face that I was to be forever alone. And I accepted that I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. Even though I had accepted it, there were still people trying to tell me that having a soulmate was the best thing. I was growing tired of it, until I got to know two fellow sorcerers who had lost their soulmates and believed that even without them they can find a way to be happy.
There's Saturo Gojo, a special grade sorcerer who's soulmate turned his back on sorcerers and set out to wipe out all non-sorcerers. During an attack on Tokyo and Kyoto, his soulmate was killed trying to attack the first years at Jujutsu Tech. Gojo viewed soulmates as pointless because even though he had one and lost him he was still able to be happy with his life.
Then there's Shoko, she was a third year at Jujutsu Tech when her soulmate was killed on a mission he was sent on. It hurt her greatly when she couldn't save him, especially because she is known for using reverse curse technique. She thought while soulmates could be an amazing thing, it was also painful when you lost them and thought maybe things would be better without them.
Don't get me wrong, Gojo and Shoko both loved their soulmates and wouldn't change having met them. They just thought it could be more painful than what it's worth. I agree, having a soulmate must be wonderful but I don't have one so all I've experienced is the pain of watching others be happy with something I can't have. And so Me, Gojo, and Shoko all tried to make the best of everything. We focused on exercising curses and teaching the next generations of Jujutsu Sorcerers.
I'm like an assistant teacher to Gojo, helping out the first years when he's out on missions and just helping with training in general. I would also sometimes help the second years if they needed it.
Right now I am accompanying the first years on a mission to investigate strange deaths. Three people were found dead just inside their homes or apartment buildings, after having reported odd happenings with the locks or door mechanisms. This fact led the higher ups to believe that it was the work of a cursed spirit and sent the first years to figure it out. I was there to make sure none of them died, instructions from Gojo after what happened with the curse womb at the juvenile detention center.
We were currently at Megumi's old middle school, talking with faculty about the men who had died, as they had also attended the school in their youth. I wasn't really focused on the conversation as I was there as more of a body guard then an actual assistant for the first years. I felt it best to let them take care of the questions and figure everything out so they could learn for future experiences.
While Kugisaki and Itadori were poking fun at Megumi for how he used to act in middle school, I started to feel a weird tingling sensation on my left wrist. It was strange, almost like pins and needles. I tried rubbing my wrist to get the feeling to go away but it wasn't working, when I looked at it there was nothing there.
After a few minutes of the weird feeling it went away. I was confused as nothing like this had ever happened before. But seeing as there was no evidence that it happened I brushed it off, if it was important there would be evidence that it happened.
The three students had found out that all of the victims had gone to the same bridge together back when they were in middle school. So they decided to go try and investigate, to see if they could lure out the cursed spirit.
I had joined them at the bridge as I didn't want to risk the curse showing up without me there. As the three tried different things like walking under the bridge, and even throwing Itadori over the side tied to a string (this nearly gave me a heart attack), to lure out the curse, I stood watch. I was completely focused on watching Kugisaki and Megumi pulling Itadori up, so it startled me that my wrist started to feel weird again.
At first it was just pins and needles like before, but then it started to burn a little bit. I lifted my wrist to investigate and was shocked to see a small picture forming on the inside of my wrist. It looked like a drop of water based on the outline. I watched as it became more visible, slowly turning to a blood red color. I was extremely perplexed, what the hell is happening, I thought to myself. I was so focused on the mark that I didn't notice the three teenagers walking up to me.
"Hey Y/n, nothing's happening. Maybe there's another connection or we missed something." Itadori said nearly bouncing over to me. As he got closer he noticed I wasn't paying attention to him. "What are you looking at? Get a scratch or something?" He asked, drawing the attention of the other two.
Megumi leaned over to take a look at my wrist, also confused as to what had me so distracted. "Holy shit" I heard him mutter as he came to the same conclusion that I was still trying to wrap my head around. "When did that show up?" He asked, confusing his classmates.
"I-it just showed up. I was just standing here watching you three to make sure nothing happened and my wrist started to tingle and then burn. After that it just slowly appeared." I explained what little I knew about the situation. "Why would this show up now, I've gone my whole life without it being there why is it here now. I was fine and happy without having to worry about it." I started ranting.
Kegusaki looked at me confused before finally asking the question that perplexed her and Itadori. "What are you talking about and why does Fushiguro know about it?"
Knowing I was probably feeling too many emotions to explain anything, Megumi spoke up. "It's complicated and right here probably isn't the best place to explain it." We then met up with our diver at a small convenience store. I had almost completely shut down from the sudden appearance of my soul mark.
While we were at the convenience store the first years were still trying to figure out what to do to trigger the curse. After a few minutes of getting nowhere Kugesaki got tired of the topic of conversation.
"We are getting nowhere with this. Let's change the topic for a second." The redhead said, turning to me. "What's up with you? What happened while we were on the bridge?" She was confused yet curious as to what happened. Sure she was being a little pushy about it but that's how she is.
Megumi moved in front of me to try and deflect the questions, and get back to the assignment. "Let's focus on the curse that's killing people, Kugesaki." As he said this Kugesaki rolled her eyes.
"Come on Fushiguro, they're here to supervise and make sure none of us die. If their so thrown off by what ever happened, we all need to be made aware." She said making a valid point.
As Megumi tried to say something else I put my hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. He looked at me concerned but he knew that I wouldn't say anything I didn't want to. "What happened on the bridge that threw me off is, my soul mark appeared. I've lived 25 years without one and was fully prepared to live without it. I don't know what caused it to suddenly appear because if I had a soulmate it would have been there when I was born. I'm still able to watch over you guys, it just startled me." I explained hopefully calming their nerves. "I'm not worried about it, it's probably nothing. Let's just focus on figuring out what's going on with this cursed spirit." Itadori nodded but still looked confused and Kugesaki looked pleased with the explanation.
As I finished explaining what happened, one of the students from the middle school pulled up on a bike with a young woman asking to talk to Megumi about the weird deaths. The young woman explained that there was a sort of ritual to go out to the bridge. She had also informed Megumi that his sister had done the test of courage as well. Being even more determined to stop this curse, with his sister’s life at stake, we all headed back to the bridge.
After doing the steps to summon the curse, it seemed we had entered the curse’s domain. As the students began to fight the curse a strange green round curse appeared behind us. When the initial confusion wore off, Itadori offered to take the hideous curse on by himself while the other two delta with bridges curse.
While the two fights occurred Kugisaki was forced close to the edge of the barrier. I watched in shock as two hands reached through and pulled her out of the barrier. The green curse exclaimed something about his brother being there and rushed out of the barrier. Megumi took charge of the situation and ordered Itadori to go after the curse and assist Kugisaki. I would have stepped in but I had an odd feeling about the curses outside of the barrier. Like in some distant way they weren’t normal curses. I couldn’t react.
I was only able to watch as Megumi was able to finish off the cursed spirit that was cursing people. The only problem was the barrier didn’t dissipate. As I was about to ask if he was sure he finished exercising the curse, a more humanoid curse fell from the ceiling. Taking a defensive stance ready to take on the curse, as it appeared to be a much higher grade than the previous curse. Megumi stepped in front of me.
“I’ll handle this, You were only sent here to keep us from dying. You just wait, if it looks like I’m done, go ahead and step in. It’s not a good idea for you to be using your cursed energy for battle right now.” He said summoning Demon Dog: Totality to help him in the fight. He made a good point, my cursed technique was better for defense and recovery. I could create a simple barrier around myself or someone else that was similar to Gojo’s infinity, but could still be broken with enough force. I am also able to use the reversed curse technique on others, not as efficiently as Shoko but still enough to keep someone on death's door from dying while waiting for Shoko. It made sense for me to wait, my techniques took a lot of energy, and the few offensive abilities I had were not suited for close combat. So I watched waiting for a moment that I would be needed.
The fight between the special grade and Megumi went on for a while. There were a few points where I almost jumped into the fight but was stopped by the admittedly over confident teenager. Eventually he was able to exercise the curse and retrieve Sukana’s finger. He collapsed shortly after as the barrier disappeared around us. I immediately went to work healing his more major injuries, as he eventually passed out on the ground.
A few minutes after the dark haired teen passed out the other two students hobbled on to the scene. “Oh my god, is he dead?” Itadori asked, looking at his friend passed out on the ground. This comment received a smack to the back of his head from Kugisaki as she quickly explained he was probably passed out and that I wouldn’t have let him die. He then noticed the cursed object sitting on the ground not far from Megumi and went to pick it up. “Do you want me to carry this since you’re busy healing Fushiguro?” He asked. As I was about to tell him he could as long as he didn’t eat it, a mouth formed on the palm of his hand consuming the finger.
I rolled my eyes as he started to defend himself, trying to explain it was Sukana who did that and he didn’t mean too. “It’s fine, Itadori. Next time I’ll just carry it. Now help me get Megumi up and back to the road.” I said moving to stand up, deciding it was time we head back to Jujutsu tech.
It’s been about a month since the incident at the bridge, and since the mark on my arm appeared. For the most part I’ve ignored it, but when I see it I struggle not to spiral into a long train of questions as to why it randomly appeared, and what triggered it. Shoko proposed that it may have something to do with the two cursed wombs Itadori and Kugisaki killed. She suspected after performing autopsies on the corpses, that they were somehow two of the death paintings that were stolen during the sister school exchange event. She told me that it was possible that the third one was also fused with a human and incarnated into a living being, and it happened to be my soulmate. This thought concerned me, My soulmate was possibly a deformed human corpse fused with a cursed object, great.
Though it wasn’t any worse than the idea Saturo had. He had told me with a straight face that it took 25 years for my soulmark to appear because my soulmate hadn’t been born yet and they were probably a couple weeks old at this point. I know he was joking because one, many soulmate pairings had massive age gaps and the older party still had their mark at birth, and secondly because as soon as he saw the look of disgust on my face he burst out laughing his ass off.
I was glad that even though jokes were being made, Gojo and Shoko weren’t pushing me away for getting my soulmark. They treated me no differently, after all they had once had their own soulmates with them, even if it was far too short of a time for their liking. And don’t get me wrong I still have a distaste for the thought of soulmates, but for the first time in my life there is actual hope. Maybe it was just a mistake in the universe and whatever gave soulmarks was like shit missed one and fixed it, or maybe Shoko is right and my soulmate is an incarnated cursed object. Who knows but hopefully I find them soon and can experience the joy I’ve witnessed so many times over, even if it’s only for a short moment.
Timeskip to shibuya arc
It’s been a few weeks since my soulmark appeared and I can’t help but feel anxious. Part of it is the excitement of finally having a soulmate but the other part is things have been getting worse in the Jujutsu community. With suspicion of a traitor at the kyoto school, the first years were requested to investigate. The problem with that was the suspected traitor was nowhere to be found and the trail went cold.
Just over a week later all hell broke loose at a transit station in Shibuya. Many sorcerers were dispatched to wait as back up in case Gojo was unable to handle the citation. I had been waiting with Nanami, Ino and Megum when we were told to enter the barrier. Not long after entering, the shouts of Yuji Itadori could be heard throughout the veil. Deciding a change of plans, we met with Itadori and were informed that Saturo had been sealed by the special grade curses that had organized the attack.
While Nanami went to speak with Ijichi, the rest of us went to look for a way to dismantle the barriers. Currently Megumi and Itadori are fighting the curse user who had the objects creating the barrier, and me and Ino are trying to fight the other two on top of the building. We were given a shock when the man Ino was battling turned into Toji Fushiguro, gaining all the power of the dead sorcerer killer. When we thought things couldn’t get worse Ino was taken out and thrown off the side of the building, knowing I didn’t stand a chance in a fight against Toji I jumped hoping Megumi or Itadori would think of a way to save both of us.
My prediction was right as one of Megumi’s shikigami caught me and Itadori managed to catch the unconscious Ino. When we landed, the boys told me that the barrier keeping sorcerers out was dismantled. Assessing the situation I came up with a plan that should help us greatly.
“Ok here’s what’s gonna happen. Megumi and I are going to stay here while I heal Ino enough that he can be moved safely. Itadori you are gonna go try and find wherever Gojo is sealed in Shibuya station. Once I’m sure Ino is safe to move, I’ll follow after itadori to help him out, and Megumi will take Ino to Shoko so she can finish healing him.” I said, causing both boys to look at me in shock. It was a rarity that I would take charge of a situation but there was no time to freeze up right now. Becoming focused on the task of healing my coworker I ignored the boys trusting they will follow instructions.
After about ten minutes I was confident that Ino would be fine to move, so I sent Megumi off to find Shoko while I went after Itadori. On my way to the station I passed Inumaki using his speech to help control the crowds and protect them from the mutated humans. I stopped for a few minutes to offer help in restoring his throat so it wasn’t too damaged from his technique and then went back to going after Itadori.
A few minutes after entering the train station, I started to hear the sound of running water. I also noticed that the area I was in was completely destroyed, thinking the two things may be connected to Itadori. I followed the sound and path of destruction. As I got closer to the bathroom I noticed a large amount of water on the floor that was tinted pink from what I’m guessing is someone’s blood. Turning towards the men’s restroom I saw a familiar head of pink hair slumped against the wall.
“Shit, Itadori are you alright?” I received no response. I kneeled down not caring that my pants would become soaking wet, I checked his pulse with a sigh of relief that he was still alive. Assessing the damage I knew that I would have to get the bleeding in his abdomen to stop or at least slow down a bit, before I could go after the fuck who hurt my student. I began using my reversed curse technique on the boy, focused on hopefully healing him enough that Sukana doesn't see a need to make an appearance.
As I finished healing what I could, I noticed a strange feeling in my gut. It was almost like I was anxious or scared of something. It made no sense, sure I was worried for my friends and students, and the safety of all the non sorcerer's around during this horrible attack, but this feeling was weird. The feeling was almost like it was coming from someone else. Brushing it off, not having time to deal with this, I moved to follow the wet bloody footprints leading away from the bathrooms, assuming they belonged to whoever or whatever did this to Itadori.
Rounding the corner as the footprints became harder to follow, the feeling in my gut got worse and an emotion I could only describe as self loathing joined the anxiety and worry. I was even more confused, I had heard before that when close to your soulmate there is a chance to feel their emotions but why on earth would my soulmate be in a place like this hating themself. Once again hoping it was just my imagination I continued my search. I stopped for a second as I started to hear mumbling coming from a little alcove just in front of me along the wall.
“I almost killed him.” I heard the voice say. I could tell whoever it was, was distressed. “How could I almost kill my own brother?” The voice kept ranting, now I was concerned, this person almost killed their own brother and was now sitting in the deepest reaches of a train station overrun with curses and mutated humans, what was wrong with them.
I approached the alcove with caution, if this person nearly killed someone they could be extremely dangerous. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but are you Ok?” I asked as I got close enough to see a man, probably in his early to mid twenties curled up on himself. He had medium length hair pulled up in two messy buns at the back of his head, he was also wearing a white robe with a purple vest. I couldn’t quite make out his face as it was buried in his knees but as I got closer to him I could feel the copious amounts of cursed energy flowing off him. It wasn’t as intense as Gojo or Okkotsu, but he was definitely special grade.
After a few seconds, he jumped slightly looking up at me for only a moment before going back to his rambling. It’s like he didn’t even register that I asked a question. When he looked at me I could see the long black line across his face, to some it may have been an odd feature but to me it made him look more handsome. It may be weird to say but looking at this person curled in on himself with messy hair mumbling about almost killing someone, I couldn’t help but notice he was attractive. It also didn’t help that the longer I kneeled in front of him the more I felt emotions of anxiety and doubt.
I tried speaking to him again. “Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?” The anxious feelings were becoming almost too much for me to handle. If they were coming from this man infront of me I needed to calm him down soon or we would both be having a breakdown. “Just talk to me for a second, I want to make sure you’re not hurt.” That comment seemed to reach him as he stopped mumbling, looking at me and making eye contact.
He stayed frozen looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, it was like he was in a trance. I was about to speak again when I decided that a good way to calm him down if I really was feeling his emotions would be doing the opposite, projecting my emotions to my soulmate. If he is the reason behind the blood drop mark on my wrist, sending positive feelings should help him relax. To my surprise as soon as I started to calm myself to a relaxed point, I could see his face settle, he no longer looked like a kicked puppy but more a confused child.
“What did you do to me?” Was the first not mumbled sentence out of his mouth. I looked at him for a moment trying to decide how to explain what I had just figured out.
I settled for smiling at him before explaining gently what just happened between us. “We are soulmates, two people destined to be together. We both have a mark to represent each other somewhere on our body, like this” I showed him my wrist as I explained it all. He looked at the blood drop for a second before he moved his arm to show me his wrist. In the exact same spot was a sphere that looked fairly similar to the barriers I can create around myself.
“So that’s what this weird mark is, Mahito tried to tell me it was nothing and to ignore it.” He spoke explaining his knowledge of the mark. I was unsure of who this Mahito was but it seemed whoever it was, was trying to hide soulmates from him. I was slightly confused how a man in his twenties didn’t know about soulmates, but that was a question for later.
Smiling at him I continued my explanation. “In addition to the marks, when soulmates are close to each other they can feel each other's emotions and strong emotions can influence the other. That's what I did, your feelings of anxiety and doubt were becoming too strong for me to stay focused so I calmed down my own feelings enough to help calm you down.” He nodded at the explanation, looking to the side for a moment before looking back. I could tell he was still a little anxious, whether that was because of finding out about soulmate, or what happened before I found him. I was unsure but I was going to figure it out. “Now that you’ve calmed down a bit do you mind telling me what happened? Why are you hiding in this alcove?” I asked as gently as possible not wanting to send him into another panic attack.
He paused for a second before he started to explain. “I almost killed my little brother. I didn’t know he was my brother when we started fighting but when I was about to deliver the final blow I just knew he was my brother. It was the same feeling I got when my other brothers were killed. I can’t kill my brother even if he was the one to kill our other brothers. I hurt my brother and I have to make up for that. I have to protect him.” He started rambling again, not in the mumbling manner I found him in but it was hard to follow what he was saying. “He almost died because of me, and now he’s probably bleeding out because I hurt him, because I didn't realize who he was sooner.” That sentence caught my attention.
I remembered what led me to this spot, to finding him. Placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Slow down for a second, who and where is your brother?” I asked hoping to not get the answer I assumed was coming.
“Yuji Itadori is my little brother. He's in the men’s bathroom.” He answered the question and I could tell he was about to start rambling again. Squeezing his shoulder again I drew his focus back to me.
Pushing away my concern for the fact my soulmate was working with the curse’s that organized the attack. “He’s okay, I was actually looking for him earlier and found him in the bathroom. I was able to use my reverse cursed technique to stop the bleeding and keep him from dying. But what did you mean by he’s your brother, he never talked about having any siblings? Also he killed your other brothers?” I tried to reassure that Itadori was okay, but also asked for clarification. As far as I knew Itadori’s only family was his grandfather who passed away shortly before he became a sorcerer.
He looked at me shocked that I knew who he was talking about. “Thank you. And I don’t know how to explain how he’s my brother, I just know he is. I have such a strong connection with my brothers. I felt when Yuji and Nobara Kugisaki ended the lives of my brothers Eso and Kechizu a few weeks ago, and I felt that same feeling when I was about to kill Yuji for revenge.” He explained in the best way he could.
I nodded in understanding, he attacked Itadori in order to get revenge for his brothers, who I’m assuming were the two curses Itadori and Nobara fought at the bridge. Thinking about it they did say that when they finished off the curses they didn’t disintegrate like a normal curse and were just bodies as if they had killed humans. If that thing was this person's brother then what are they and why does he look so normal. “I can tell you’re confused, I’m assuming you probably were there when Yuji fought my brothers and are wondering what I am.” He was right, but how could he read me so well? I just nodded at him to continue. He went on to explain that he was a cursed object for 150 years until the attack on Jujutsu tech when he and two of his brothers were stolen. He explained that Mahito the patch faced curse, used his technique to give them bodies and use them as tools to fight sorcerers. He briefly explained that they sided with the curses because his brothers wouldn’t have been accepted by humans for the way they looked and he would have rather not had to help the curse who created him.
“What do you mean by helping the curse that created you? Didn’t you say you were a cursed object for 150 years, wouldn’t the curse who made you be exercised by now?” I asked, interrupting his explanation.
“The curse that made me is called Kenjaku, he was once a normal human who used his innate technique to transfer his brain to others to control them. 150 years ago he took over Noritoshi Kamo, using him to experiment on my mother who was able to carry the child of a curse. He tried nine times to get a living specimen but only received nine cursed objects that received the name Death paintings, I was the first one.” He explained his creation. As he was about to continue and explain how he was supposed to be helping Kenjaku in this day and age there was loud rumbling around us.
I stood up quickly pulling him from the alcove looking around. The building looked like it was shaking. “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, I think we should probably get out of here.” I turned to him before I started to pull him in the direction of the exit.
“Wait, we have to get Yuji, we can’t leave him down here.” I heard behind me.
“Look if Yuji is still down here than Sukana has probably taken over and if that’s the case he'll be fine.” i tried to explain, but the look on his face showed he was still concerned. “Listen, I know you want to make it up to him but you can't do that if we get crushed by a collapsing train station. As soon as we get out of this we will go find him I promise. You can trust me, I'm your soulmate after all, I’ll support you through this…” I wanted to address him by name but I realized in all of his explanations he never once told me his name, then again I never told him mine so it wouldn’t have been a fair trade. Continuing to pull him out of the station I decide it’s better late than never. “By the way I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and what can I call my handsome soulmate?” I asked him, feeling him stumble at the compliment.
“Uh Choso. My name is Choso Kamo.” He said as we exited the train station. Finally knowing my soulmate's name felt amazing for some reason. It was probably due to the years of thinking it would never happen but I knew that no matter what this crazy world throws at us next we will handle it together.
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So uh. Choso x reader smut fic under the cut. I haven't written anything in a while and never anything in second person but i think it turned out kinda nice.
The reader character has a dick but is otherwise never gendered so do with that whatever you want ;)
This fic has uhh: top & dom (on the softer side) reader, bottom & sub Choso, edging, anal sex, praise & light degradation, spit, crying from overstimulation. Abt 2.1k words
No warnings that i could think of apply
Enjoy<3
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"How're you doing, baby, still ok?", you ask, brushing your lips against Choso's jaw as you slow your thrusts and then carefully pull out, edging your partner for the third time within the past hour and drawing a desperate whine from his pretty lips.
"Mmm yeah s'good so good", he manages to get out between heavy breaths. "Got so close again".
He's a gorgeous sight underneath you: His dark hair is fanned out on the pillow beneath him, a few strands sticking to his forehead. Face flushed red and lips parted as he takes in deep, shaky breaths, trying to deal with the tension and pleasure that had built up in him that he once again did not get to release yet.
His legs are still wrapped around your waist and his hands have moved from where they were clawing at your back to resting on your shoulders. Between you his hard cock is still leaking precum against his stomach. It was some sort of miracle he hadn't come yet, right now he looked like the smallest touch could send him over the edge.
You wait patiently until Choso's breathing slows a bit and his hands on your shoulders start drawing idle patterns on your skin. Leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, you move one of your hands to stroke over his broad chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat when you find one of his nipples and rub it carefully.
"You're being so good for me, Choso", you sigh into his mouth, making a quiet moan fall from his lips in response.
"What do you want to do next baby, tell me. Do you want me to edge you again?"
Choso shakes his head.
"Aww do you wanna cum, baby?", you smile and drop a kiss on his nose.
"Please", he rasps. "Please fuck me until i cum and then keep going. I want you to rail me, I want you to fuck my brains out".
Now it's your turn to let out a desperate little moan, his words making another wave of arousal wash over you.
"Fuck that's hot, Choso. Of course. Anything you want"
You lean in for a kiss again, open mouthed and rough this time, moaning shamelessly when Choso slides his tongue into your mouth. He's a good kisser, knowing exactly what to do to make you weak in the knees.
You reluctantly pull away after a little while, sitting up between Choso's legs and laying your hands on his thighs.
"Do you wanna keep this position or do you wanna switch it up?", you ask.
"Mm I wanna stay like this", Choso says. "I like that I can see your face"
"I like being able to see your face, too. Especially because I plan on making you come so hard you'll see stars", you grin and squeeze his thighs.
Choso groans at that, throwing his head back against the pillows.
"Well don't just sit there and talk then"
"Oh aren't we desperate", you tease, leaning over to grab the lube from the nightstand. You make a bit of a show out of spreading it over your length, stroking yourself slowly and making sure Choso gets a good view of it.
"I'm gonna give you what you need, baby, don't you worry"
You put your hands back on his thighs to spread his legs a bit further before taking your cock in hand and lining yourself up with his entrance.
Choso lets out a content sigh as you slowly push in, breath catching in his throat when you bottom out inside him and lean down again, holding yourself up on your forearms on either side of his face.
"One last thing, can you tell me the safewords one more time?", you ask, dropping a kiss on Choso's cheek.
"Mm stoplight system and if i can't talk i tap u on the back or shoulder twice if i want to stop, we went over this less than an hour ago", he chuckles at the last part.
"Good, good, just making sure", you nuzzle against his jaw, grinding your hips against his.
"More, please", Choso sighs in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your back.
You speed up your movements, pulling out further before thrusting back into him with more force. You know you found the perfect angle you had earlier again when Choso gasps out a string of curses and clenches around your dick.
"Mmm you feel so good around my cock", you moan into his ear. "Take it so well, baby".
You feel Choso's fingers dig into your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his moans.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Y-yeah, but please", he gasps against your chest. "Please go harder"
"Of course, baby", you move one hand to grab his hips, holding him in place as you snap your hips forward with forecful motions. Choso is trembling in your arms, holding on tightly and gasping your name as you fuck into him fast and rough, giving him exactly what he had asked you for.
The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your slick cock sliding in and out. You revel in the obscenity of it, bringing your hand up from Choso's hip to grip at his hair and yank his head back from where he is still trying to muffle his choked off moans against your shoulder.
"Don't be so shy, Choso", you coo. "Let me hear how much you love it"
A desperate, loud whine escapes Choso's lips as he dips his head back against the pillows, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. You lean forward to kiss them away.
"So good, baby, so good for me", you praise him. "Letting me tease and edge and use you and taking it all so perfectly. My gorgeous little slut."
A noticeable shiver runs over Choso's body at the new term and his hands grip tighter at your back.
"Mh did you like that, baby? Do you like it when i call you my slut?".
You momentarily slow down your thrusts a little to give him room to answer, grinning widely when he gives you an eager nod.
Sitting up you pick up the pace again, gripping his hips with both hands as you continue pounding into him. Choso's arms fall to the mattress at his sides, yanking at and punching into the sheets as pleasure coils in his stomach. His cock is still straining against his abdomen, flushed red and hard, leaking a steady trickle of precum.
You give his hips a squeeze before moving one hand up to splay it over his chest, then slowly, teasingly smoothing it down his torso to where he desperatly needs some attention.
Choso cranes his head down to watch, mouth hanging slack as he follows the movements of your hand as you pick up some precum with your fingers and bring them to your mouth to suck them between your lips, coating them generously in your spit and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue.
When you look back at Choso's face he seems to have managed to blush an even darker shade of red and you give him a wink before finally taking your slicked up fingers and rubbing them up and down the underside of his cock. He gasps at the contact, fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut to be able to keep watching.
You wrap your hand fully around his cock, stroking up in a twisting motion experimentally but still not quite happy with the lubrication.
"Choso, look at me", you command and his eyes snap up to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths.
You hold eye contact with him as you gather spit in your mouth, letting it dribble past your lips and onto your hand and the head of his cock. Choso sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you start moving your hand again, spreading your spit and his precum over his length.
"F-fuck", he whispers, hips twitching up into your touch.
You fall into a steady rythm, stroking his slick cock in sync with the thrusts of your hips, watching as the tension in Choso's body builds and builds, his hands twisting into the sheets and his head thrown back.
It doesn't take much longer until he's there, spilling white over your hand and his abdomen as he trembles and gasps while you continue to fuck him through the waves of his orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, love how you feel coming on my cock, you're doing so well baby", you moan, dizzy with how good it feels to have him clench down on your dick.
Choso's slowly coming down from his high, cock spent and softening, laying against his stomach in a puddle of his own cum.
You keep going, grinding your hips against Choso's ass, shoving yourself deep inside him. He had wanted you to fuck his brains out so that's what you were going to do. And if the desperate whimpers falling from his lips as you fucked him into overstimulation were any indication, you were on the right path for that.
"D-don't stop", Choso manages to gasp out.
You lean down for a brief kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away again.
"You really are a greedy little slut, huh", you tease him. "Already made you cum on my cock and you still need to be fucked more."
You time your words with a harsh snap of your hips, pleased with the loud moan it forces out of Choso's throat.
"But don't worry, baby", you continue, grazing your teeth against his neck. "I'm here to give you what you need. Just don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow"
With that you sit up again, coaxing Choso's legs away from where they're wrapped tightly around your waist to hoist them up and hook them over your shoulders instead. The new angle makes both of you shiver and you slow down your thrusts to savour the feeling of sliding in and out of that slick, tight heat, the way Choso tenses and squeezes around you when you grind the tip of your cock against his prostate. It feels so fucking good, kneeling there pressed deep inside him, holding his hips and thighs in place with an iron grip.
You chuckle when you feel Choso squirm underneath you.
"Mhh so impatient", you scold him playfully and can't help a laugh as he almost yelps when you abruptly speed up the pace, going back to fucking him fast and rough, chasing your own orgasm now.
"Mm baby gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up so good", you moan, pleasure coiling deep inside your abdomen as you slam into him again and again.
"Pl-please", Choso whines, tears beading at the corners of his eyes again.
"F-fuck I love getting to ruin you like this" you gasp out, feeling your own high approaching fast. "So close fuck I'm so close".
Moments later you're there, shoving your cock as deep inside Choso as you can, filling him up with your cum, grinding back into the sticky mess you're making.
Choso's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face at the amount of stimulation, a small amount of cum dribbling out of his only half hard cock as he trembles and shivers through an attempt at a second orgasm.
You mercilessly ride out your climax inside him until you're fully spent, collapsing against him with your cock still buried deep inside. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and Choso's hiccups as you both come down from your highs. God he's adorable. You let Choso's legs slide off your shoulders and lay them onto the bed again.
He gives you a lopsided smile, looking positively fucked out but happy, with his tear streaked cheeks and messy dark hair sticking to his forehead.
You carefully pull out, deeply satisfied when your cum slowly dribbles out of him afterwards.
"Glad we put a towel down", you note at the mess, crawling up to press a gentle kiss to Choso's lips.
"You were fucking amazing", you sigh into his mouth. "Took everything so well"
"Mmh felt so good", Choso slurs against your lips. "M'so tired now tho"
"You can fall asleep if you want to, I'll get us cleaned up" you smile at him before pressing more kisses to the tattoo on his nose, his cheeks and his forehead. "Try to drink some water before you doze off tho"
You lean over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to him, before getting up fully and making your way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or maybe three.
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Thinking so much rn.
Thinking bout roommate Choso who saw you wear that pretty body con dress now he’s washing it while doing both of your laundry. He thinks the dress looks so good on you, it’s a black mini dress with a low cut top and thin straps the fall off the shoulder. He gets a curious idea, anxiety quells him to do other wise but he wants to satisfy this weird hunger: he wants to try it on. He doesn’t think he’ll look as good as you no, but he wants to humor himself a bit.
But there’s nothing funny about it when he tries it on. The dress is so tight in him. His pecs and collar bones so beautifully on display, his creamy thick thighs contrasting the thin black dress. Choso turns to see the back of the mirror. His ass stands so proudly, the defiant curve poking just where the dress stops. He hesitantly grabs his ass and squeezes before letting out a soft moan. “N-no can’t do this gotta take this off” but he doesn’t. He runs his hands up and his body in the dress and images it were yours caressing and fondling him anyway you like. He stops at his chest and pulls the dress down to rub and tweak his nipples. Choso’s cute little cock twitches at the stimulation. His hands travel even lower and open palm his aching dick. He pushes the dress up to squeeze his base and he releases a squeak.
He has an even brighter idea. He stuffs his hard cock back in the dress and teases the head. A wet sticky dark patch grows near his tummy,”supposed to be hgnn~ supposed to be doing laundry. Bad boy cho”. He leans into the washing machine and lets his upper body use it for support. Choso sticks his deft fingers into his mouth and rolls his tongue along the digits, getting them as wet as possible. His left leg lifts up unto the washing machine and he starts by rubbing the warm wet fingers on his taint. “HAah ohhh please ha fuck”, before they travel lower to rim his asshole. He dips the fingers in while gripping the length of his cock. Both his hands work diligently to get him off. His finger pound inside at a steady pace till he adjusts his angle. He snaps against a bundle of nerves that makes him kneel over even more, legs becoming too wobbly to hold himself up.
“Help me pleasee fuck me” the soft boy chants as his fingers work at priding his prostate and working his leaking dick. He was so close to releasing in your cute dress too, but that all froze. “Hey Choso have you seen my dress again? I’m heading out lat”, the sight was truly something to see.
Choso laid across the washing machine flatly palming his cock and fingering himself in your little back dress. Once your eyes met his they start to well up with tears. He’s so ashamed all he can do is whimper, so, so pathetically. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, fingers still working in and out of his hole.
“M sorry m so sorry”
“Cho-“
“Please forgive me please. Just need to cum please”
“Choso-“
“Sorry haa, fuck. M sorry please. Forgive me I’m begging”
There’s long strides before you meet him closely. His face is so red, his lips puffy and swollen. The tears that decorate his cheeks are just too much. You sit your self on what little room the washing machine has left and lift his head to fit in your lap. Your lips smile at him softly,”s ok cho, finish for me baby”. A hand smoothes his black hair over and tucks a few strands behind his ear. “Could never be mad at you cho”, he’s becoming undone. The thrust in his wrist now weakened. After a few short workings over the head of his cock he cums inside the dress. The wet spot seeps all over his stomach and he moans a nice big thank you.
“Lets get you cleaned up” and you give him tons of kisses and a nice bath yay!!!
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sub Choso x gn!reader
cw: oral (m!receiving), nipple play
“How do you feel?,” you ask softly, looking up at Choso who is laying under you while you straddle his lap. He nods, letting out a soft whimper as he threads a hand through his hair, “good”.
You smile at him, leaning back down and wrapping your lips around his little stiff nipple, sucking gently when you hear your boyfriend’s groan. Your other hand squeezes his peck before rolling his other nipple under your thumb. You feel his cock twitch where it rests against your inner thigh followed by a whimper from him. You glance up at his face when you feel his hand behind your head, caressing your hair, “need more, baby, please”.
You pull back from his nipple with a mocking pout, observing your boyfriend’s half lidded eyes and swollen lips from the bruising kisses you shared before. “I just got started, Cho,” you whine, slowly inching closer to the other bud and giving it a kitten lick. Choso moans and you smirk at his reaction, “it has been an hour, love..”.
“Tell me what you want,” you continue against his skin, ignoring his protest before using your tongue to play with his nipple, enjoying the way he squirms under you. “Please, baby, it hurts,” he murmurs, biting his lower lip as he glances down at you and caresses your hair.
“What hurts?,” you ask him innocently, gently biting down on his nipple. Choso hisses and bucks his hips up against your thigh making you feel how much precum is coming out from his cock and how hard it is. “My… my cock, fuck, need more”.
You nod at his words, kissing one last time his swollen nipple, “good boy,” before leaving a trail of wet kisses down his stomach and navel, your hands following the trail. Choso trembles under you, panting softly as he glances down at you with impatience and desire.
When you’re close to his v-line, he moans and bucks his hips up, making his cock brush against the side of your face. You glare up at him and pull back slightly, at which Choso shakes his head, and props himself up on his elbows. “I’m sorry, baby… didn’t want to, I’m sorry,” he murmurs with pleading eyes.
You click your tongue and let out a soft sigh, showing him your disappointment, “should I punish you for your impatience?”. Choso shakes his head and his cheeks blush, looking down at you shyly, his strong chest heaving with each breath he takes, “no, please, I’ll be good… for you”.
“Let’s see then,” you tell him, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it slowly. He throws his head back, his hair falling back and exposing his strong neck, “fuuuuck, baby… so good,” he moans. You lick your lips, observing how erotic he is in that position as he groans and trembles beneath your touch.
The moment he brings his gaze on you between his legs, you lean down, kissing his tip before licking a stripe up his cock, following the vein on the side. Choso’s lips part and his eyes roll back, whimpering as he does anything not to buck up into your warm mouth, “more, baby”.
You raise your brows, feeling the corner of your lips tugging up at the needy expression on his face, “more what?,” you tease, your smile widening when you tap his cock against your lips and it trembles in your grip. He lets out a shaky breath and reaches down to cup the back of your head, pressing against it, “take my cock in your mouth… please”.
You give him a short nod, licking your lips before you wrap them around his tip, slowly inching down and bobbing your head. Choso moans, his eyes half lidded as he keeps them on you. His hand falls from your head and you hum around him, hollowing your cheeks and gagging when his tip touches the back of your throat.
“Oo-oh god, baby… don’t stop, please,” he whines, licking his lips and reaching down to move away a strand of hair from your face. While bobbing your head, you move a hand up his stomach until it rests between his pecks. You push him down, before pinching his left nipple between your index and thumb, “oh, yes, fuck!”.
Choso’s back arches and his hips involuntarily buck up in your mouth, making you gag. You hum around him in warning and he shudders under you, mumbling an excuse while his eyes shut close and his hands grips the sheets.
He shudders under you as you keep stimulating his nipple and soon after your other hand reaches the other stiff bud. He starts to let out a mix of whimpers and moans as you pinch and tug his nipples, simultaneously sucking his cock and swirling your tongue around his tip.
You feel his dick twitch in your mouth and you pull back slightly, rubbing your tongue across his slit before smirking, “come f’me, Cho”. Choso squirms under you and glances down at you, his brows furrowed and his bottom lip between his teeth, “y-yes, I’m clos- Fuck!”.
You harshly tug his nipples, interrupting him while your lips wrap around his tip just a moment before cum spurts out of it. You suck it eagerly, swallowing everything as Choso bucks his hips up, his back raising from the bed as he whimpers.
You pull back entirely when his cock softens in your mouth, smiling at him as you crawl above him, “good boy”.
He has his eyes closed as you lean down to kiss his nipples, at which he whines, before kissing his lips softly.
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Congratulations on 3k followers! For the event, could I request please Choso from JJK with "one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out" for the sfw prompts? With gn reader if possible. Thank you so much, and I hope you have a lovely day <3
A dark library - Choso x gn!reader
Synopsis: you venture into the dimly lit library, your curiosity piqued by Choso engrossed in a mysterious book
A/N: thank you for your congratulations, that's so sweet of you, Nonnie! I hope you'll enjoy this little blurb ♥
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In a dimly lit, secluded corner of a hidden library, you found Choso engrossed in a weathered tome, his eyes locked on the ancient script. The ambient candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and mystique.
His distinctive appearance with long black stringy hair tied into two high ponytails and small dark purple eyes always intrigued you.
As you approached him, curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn't help but be drawn to his presence. With a mix of boldness and nonchalance, you casually sat down on his lap, your heart racing at the audacity of your actions. "Hey, what are you doing?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Internally, you started freaking the hell out, unsure of how he would react to your own impromptu action. His flesh and blood body felt real beneath you, and the closeness intensified your nerves.
Choso, surprisingly, remained calm and composed, as if this was a regular occurrence for him. He peered into your eyes with an enigmatic gaze, and for a moment, it felt as though he could see right through your thoughts. "Reading."
Struggling to find the right words, you managed to stammer, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I mean, I just…uh… got carried away?" Your voice trailed off as you fumbled to explain yourself.
To your surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Choso's lips. "It's okay," he replied in a soft tone, his voice like a gentle whisper in the darkness. "You're just curious, aren't you?"
You still couldn't shake the feeling of being embarrassed by your own boldness. You carefully shifted, attempting to stand up, but Choso's arms gently encircled you, holding you in place.
"No need to rush," he said reassuringly. "You're safe here with me. Stay."
His touch was unexpectedly warm, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine. Despite the darkness around you, his presence seemed to emit a calming aura that made you feel strangely at ease.
As the moments passed, you found yourself gradually relaxing, getting lost in the mysterious atmosphere of the library and Choso's intriguing company. His eyes locked with yours from time to time, and you felt a strange connection forming, as if he could understand the thoughts swirling inside your head without you saying a word. The initial awkwardness had faded, replaced by an unspoken connection that transcended words.
Finally, you mustered the courage to break the silence, attempting to divert your thoughts from the unusual situation. "So, what's that book about?" you asked, trying to sound genuinely interested, although your heart still fluttered from sitting on his lap.
Choso's eyes softened as he glanced at the ancient tome in his hands, the faint glow of his blood mark intensifying for a moment before fading once more. "This book holds the secrets of a lost clan's cursed technique," he explained, his voice steady and calm. "It's a powerful and ancient form of jujutsu, one that many seek to master."
His explanation fascinated you, and you found yourself leaning in closer, as if the book itself might reveal its mysteries to you. "Is it dangerous?" you inquired, wondering if delving into such knowledge could lead to dire consequences.
Choso nodded, his eyes now reflecting a hint of melancholy. "Yes. The cursed techniques often carry a heavy price, and their power can consume those who wield them."
The conversation flowed naturally from then, and with each passing moment, the anxiety that initially gripped you slowly melted away. The dark, secluded space somehow felt like a cocoon, isolating you both from the outside world and its judgments.
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ೃ༄ Sweetheart ˚◞♡ ⃗
𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸 ┊ More texts with your boyfriend
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ┊ kind of ooc choso, choso being a simp for you (:
𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ┊gn!reader x choso
𝖠𝖴 ┊ smau, modern
𝖠/𝖭 ┊more of these because they’re fun to do, going dark mode this time, light hurts my eyes🙏
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