Choso X reader
You and Choso had know each other since he moved in next door as a teen. He was the first person to truly see who you were.
Now as adults you live together still best friends. He is your rock? But will he always be there for you? Or...
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You sit in the dark tinted SUV belonging to Satoru trying to get a grip of your racing mind. "Y/N..." You hear a man's voice speaking but you were so lost you paid no mind. How did he know where I worked.... I hope Sukuna heeds my warning...
"Baby!!" Again that same voice but louder and you huff. Large hands grip your face and you realize Satoru had been trying to get your attention. "There she is..." He whispers his thumb tracing along your cheekbone.
"Satoru I- Sorry." You didn't recognize your own voice when you responded. Satoru smiles brightly at you and you feel your body relax a bit. You were trying to form words to reassure him you were alright but they kept getting jumbled. "I thought I was over this feeling." You mutter more to yourself.
"No need to apologize. I am just glad I was able to help. Are you hungry?" Satoru asked and concern was written on his face. Usually you were his support and strength when he spiraled, you could tell he was struggling a bit now that the roles had reversed. You shake your head no, there was no way you would keep it down at this point.
"Is your roommate home?" He asks a small frown as he watches you intently. You hated the fact he refused to use Choso's name. "You know, so you have someone with you?" He looked as if he had eaten something sour as he spoke.
"Shit..." You curse as you realize the moment you walk inside Choso would know something was wrong. Choso would not let you go until you explained what happened, you were never a good liar. You had decided earlier you wouldn't worry him with this. "He is going to know..."
Satoru sighs at your distress, now knowing a bit of history on Sukuna. You cover your face as he calls out to the driver, the partition rolls down. "When we arrive, pull around to a side street."
"Yes sir." The older man's monotone voice rings out and your eyebrow raises. The partition rolls back up with just a glance as a command from Satoru's baby blues. You watch him shift around opening different compartments until he gasps, "Found you!" He holds up a blunt and also a glass, "Pick your poison lovely."
You usually keep drinking as an activity during the weekends. It had been years since you had smoked. You paused contemplating the temptation before you. "You want to avoid tipping off your roomie..." Satoru wiggles the items again and you laugh at how nonchalant he could be. "That's a sound I enjoy hearing!" Satoru could be sweet when he wanted to be. You reach for the blunt.
"Lighter?" You ask and smile when he goes back to shuffling around the vehicle, eventually finding one. "I won't ask you why a professional CEO has this..." You tease him and he raises his finger to his lips in a hush motion. He nudges you and you giggle, lighting up the joint. The harsh smoke fills your lungs and you cough harshly.
"Shut up, it's been awhile!" You say as you see him about to make a joke on your behalf and he chuckles. It does not take long for it to overtake your senses. The world slowed down and your mind settled. Satoru's fingers gently stroke your thigh and it was soothing. You had not noticed that at some point the vehicle had come to a stop.
