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TL:DR: Gym class was shit, I got sick, I'm now at home, but I talked to someone who I haven't in years!!

Bro I was running my mile run for gym and I can usually run like 1 1/2 miles in 12 minutes so my grades are pretty good but I was like six minutes into the run today and I started not being able to breathe well and I'm like okay, this has happened before, nothing new, it seems a little more prominent this time though??? And then a couple minutes later I'm like "okay I can barely breathe and now I have a lot of pain in my lower stomach, this is rude, is my period starting?" And by 11 minutes I'm nowhere near where I usually am because I've been walking and then I get lightheaded and the pain gets worse so I'm like fuck this, and I drink some water, and go to the bathroom. Walking there I gain the nauseous effect which sucks BTW, always happens when I overheat because I run cold and I was HOT. I'm never hot. I run cold and stay cold. That and the constant exhaustion might actually be a medical problem but not the point- anyways I go to the bathroom and I'm in ✨ pain ✨ so I sit there and try not to move or cry bc I feel like shit and I have to take off my shirt because one side effect of running cold? You need to be a little warmer yeah, but having your body say fuck you and run warm makes you rlly uncomfy. I guarantee you I wasn't even that warm in actuality. Unless I was then disregard whatever I just said. Moving on, by this point its relevant to mention that I had a school muffin for breakfast and those things always make you question whether or not they're edible, so when I was like "Oh shit, I'm gonna throw up. But I'm in too much pain to move." It was an oddly nice shade of pink. Then someone walks into the bathroom and I'm half panicking half too delirious to clock that someone's just walked into the bathroom and then they leave and I'm like oh thank god and then they come back, knock on the door, and slide me some paper towel. Obviously I'm grateful and they're concerned and I'm apologetic but I get them to leave and eventually I clean up and wash my hands and as I'm leaving I run into my old friend (technically ex-partner, actually, because we dated for a bit when I was still in denial about being aromantic) and they were like "hey, were you the one I handed paper towel to?" And I'm like yeah man and we have a conversation and long rambling short now I'm home with a cat on my lap and a headache.

It makes a little sense if you assume Kalim saw Jade as a bit of a threat. He tries to casually mention Jamil’s powers to someone who’s asking about how Jamil got hurt but keeps his mouth firmly shut when he’s secretly interrogated

I've also had a couple people mention that it's possible that after the slip up could have been what caused the promise to be made and you know what that's perfectly reasonable and does make sense, same with the difference being Kalim trying to defend that Jamil is not to be suspected versus holding his tongue to try to maintain Jamil's innocence

But I'm sentimental and half delirious from sickness so I'm gonna basically write a small fanfic here

But imagine with me- IMAGINE

They're both like, early middle school age and Jamil just figured out his unique magic and it's a big deal in general but even more so because he's so young, but he's a genuinely talented mage so the only real thing he feels is upset and frustration because he knows the only response that he'll be met with from his family is that he cannot show anyone or do anything with it. It's canonically very powerful magic and for him to be able to do such a thing as a servant? It would not only allow him to outshine Kalim but also would put Jamil and Kalim in the firing lines of anyone trying to throw around any kind of negative accusations for nearly anything. Kalim is someone born with a target placed upon him and Jamil would only be making it bigger.

So why would he tell Kalim then you might ask. You know these kids really were friends once, and even if the resentment was beginning to build Kalim would still be the only one Jamil could be proud of himself around. Show what he can do and see the amazement on Kalim's face. Kalim is always wow'd by him, but this time Jamil isn't holding himself back, this is praise he's rightfully earned. And yeah he gets embarrassed before telling Kalim that he has to swear to not tell anyone, and Kalim agrees, just like Jamil knew he would. Only Kalim isn't agreeing because he knows this could be a danger or painting a bigger target upon them, no he's just keeping this secret because Jamil asked him

Honestly maybe Kalim almost let it slip since he's a little forgetful and was caught up trying to assure that Jamil was only a victim in the incident with people getting hurt, because man it's been a while since I've read that part but you know in his head he was like JAMIL IS JUST HURT HE DIDNT DO THIS LET ME HELP YOU FIGURE OUT WHO DID and Jamil is like Kalim calm the hell down I'll be fine in a week

summary: choso always takes good care of you, whether you're sick or not. even when you're sick and slightly delirious, your opinion could never be swayed - you loved choso with all your heart.

a/n: honestly, this is purely self-indulgent because i'm sick and i want a choso to take care of me until i know what's wrong and get better 🥺 it's inspired by the naoya fic i've written a while ago but uh this just really reads like a love letter to choso lol. i love him so much i'm not even kidding, no one could ever compare to him

if you were to describe the relationship between choso and you, it would be comfortable silence. choso didn't speak a lot, rarely starting a conversation on his own unless he was overcome by sudden curiosity. truthfully, you didn't mind as you were a quiet person yourself. and somehow, the communication was effortless, a silent and mutual understanding of your needs. he made you feel comfortable and safe, cared for as he always seemed to sense what you needed. falling in love with choso was easy and so natural, as if you'd been lovers in your previous lives. you'd been a couple for a long time now, but it wasn't until recently that you moved in with him. almost instantaneously, a routine was established - while you were busy with your studies, choso spent most of his time at the tattoo studio he recently opened with his friends. you didn't mind because still, he always made time for you. with no shadow of a doubt, he would always prioritize you before anything. so, every bit of time that you could get was spent together.

as any other day, you woke up alone in your bed, the scent of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air. choso sometimes left early in the morning to work on administrative tasks or tidying the studio but never failed to prepare you a little breakfast beforehand. as you sat up, a wave of nausea overcame you, quickly forcing you to lie down again. it was only then that you noticed you felt strangely cold and your nose was stuffed, shuddering uncomfortably in your clothes. it was rare that you got sick, so everytime it did happen, it drained you rapidly. blindly reaching for your phone, you texted choso, blinking at the bright screen.

me: i think i got sick :( can you pick up some medicine on your way home?

almost instantly, your screen lit up.

choso 💉: ?

"hello?" you croaked as you accepted choso's call and sniffled quietly.

"are you okay? do you want me to come home early?" choso might have sounded indifferent but you knew better. he would never show his concern to you, always wanting to keep his strong and protective persona. he was just that kind of person, he lived to be a good example to others.

"no it's okay, choso. i think it might be a really bad cold, that's all. i'll be fine if i get enough rest."

a hum. choso didn't sound convinced.

"then get some rest, yeah? make sure to have some tea. i'll wrap things up here and come home in a bit. call me if you need anything."

you hummed in agreement, making a weak kissy noise as you said goodbye to him and chucked your phone on the night table. no matter how much you wanted to convince him to continue his work, he would come home regardless. it didn't sit well with him to not care for you while you were sick. a small smile found its way onto your lips, how lucky you were to have found a lover like him. as you drifted off to sleep, choso was quickly finishing his paperwork, earning some amused glances from his friends. it was evident that this had to do with his girlfriend - choso would never let anyone tell him what to do nor do them any favours if it wasn't someone he deeply cared for.

"you're really speedrunning through everything to get back home to y/n, huh? you only got here," geto teased him, looking up from the sketches he was preparing for display.

"she got sick this morning. wanna be there for her in case it gets worse. i don't have any appointments for today anyways so you'll be fine," choso curtly explained, not picking up on geto's teasing undertone. even though they liked to joke about how whipped he was for you, they never questioned him - you were his love, his light. if anything, they envied him for the relationship, a relationship that flowed so effortlessly and easily like a spring working its way through bottlenecks and rocky river beds, silent and yet strong. geto pat choso's shoulder and shot him a knowing look, reassuring him that they could run the studio just fine.

even if you didn't sound like your afflictions were severe, choso still felt uneasy. he wanted to make sure you were okay, wanted to care for you. maybe it was moreso his fear of losing people he loved, but he couldn't deny his caring nature. on his way home, he'd picked up some ingredients to make soup as well as some medicine. music was sounding through the apartment as he entered and placed the bags on the counter, keeping an eye out for you. were you still in bed? he padded towards your shared bedroom, quietly nudging the door open as he squeezed his way in. you were laying on the bed, giggling at a book you were reading, not having noticed him yet.

the bed dipped next to you, making you drop the book you were holding. choso's twin tails came into your vision until you could see the entirety of him hovering above you, scrutinizing your figure in thought. "hi baby," he greeted you with a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

"kinda achy and cold," you described with a pout, leaning into choso's touch as he brushed your hair with his fingers. "did you bring me some medicine?"

choso nodded, explaining that he'd be making you some soup as it was better not to take the medicine on an empty stomach. he wrapped you in the blanket before disappearing in the kitchen. you listened to the sounds in the kitchen, feeling more at ease now that he was home. you must have fallen asleep as the soup was done, its savoury scent rousing you from your slumber. as the primary cook in this household, choso's cooking skills were excellent and never failed to amaze you. sometimes you couldn't believe he was real. choso kept an eye on you as you munched away, handing you the medicine once you were done. he joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you towards him. you were placed on his lap like a baby, making you giggle as you leaned against his chest.

"will you play with my hair?" you requested with a small yawn. choso obliged, weaving his fingers through your hair as he worked through the knots and massaged your scalp. you hummed in relaxation, struggling to keep your eyes open. instead, you focused on the tattoos on his arm that was placed around your waist, tracing the patterns with your fingers. when you first met, the skin on his arm was sparsely filled, he'd only started on completing his sleeve tattoos. it was a slow and gradual process. you were always the first person he'd proudly showed a new addition to, and in a way, the tattoos marked the journey of your relationship. you were thankful for him, thankful to have found someone who silently understood you.

he was too hesitant to ask you just yet as you'd told him years prior that you weren't sure about getting tattoos but you knew he wanted to be the one to give you your first tattoo. maybe you were delirious from your sickness, maybe it was then in that moment that you realized you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, maybe it was your overwhelming love- "choso? i think it's time i get a tattoo soon."

choso's hand came to a halt and he made an incredulous noise. "y/n, i don't think- it might be better if we discuss this when you feel better again."

"no, i'm serious. it's just... i trust you so much. you always take good care of me and you're just always there. i'm uh- i honestly can't imagine my life without you, i just love you so much," you confessed with embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands as you finished talking. choso chuckled as he pried your hands away, pecking your lips in adoration. he looked gleeful, as if hearing your admission of love for the first time - the feeling was mutual, you just couldn't believe he was yours.

"we'll talk about this again when you've fully recovered. but i'm happy that you trust me with this."

"i'll be fine soon, i just need a lot of vitamin c," you giggled hysterically. "vitamin choso."

choso groaned but couldn't stop the laughter tumbling from his lips either, opting to tickle your sides and blowing raspberries into your shoulder. you squealed, trying to push him off you before being pulled back into his arms again. choso buried his head in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss on it. he didn't show you his face, not wanting you to see his teary eyes.

"i love you a lot, you know?"

"i love you more."