Live for me (Choso x Reader)

Hold on you ~ Ch16

(Y/n)'s Point Of View

"Choso?" I called out after warping to the forest adjacent Tokyo prefectural high school. I couldn't see the cursed womb spirit at all, the forest seeming empty no matter how far I walked into the crowd of trees. But I could sense his life force, I knew he was here.
"Choso, I know you're here. I can feel your life force." I called out pointedly, crossing my arms over my chest when I received no response.

I was about to call out for him again but stayed silent the moment I felt that shift in atmosphere, a person warping infront of me. His warp was nothing like mine, his encased with specs of red like almost looked like blood. But it dispersed so quickly that it was hard to tell. Choso has his same stoic expression on his face, making it hard to tell what he was thinking or why he had followed me here.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a light scolding tone, tilting my head to the side slightly as I raised a brow.
"You haven't even masked your cursed energy." I pointed out, realising that Gojo would be able to sense Choso's presence any minute now.
"Is that necessary?" Choso asked me, making me scoff loudly.
"When you're a cursed womb spirit so close to Jujutsu Tech? Yes. Yes, it is necessary." I told him, my patience wearing thin.

"I see." Choso replied simply. Within that moment, I felt his cursed energy disappear, successfully being hidden. That instantly calmed me down, evident in might sigh of relief. My muscles visibly relaxed, my nerves too.
"Thank you. Now, what are you doing here?" I repeated, a lot calmer.
"Mahito said that you'd probably visit Gojo today...I wanted to see if he'd be correct." Choso admitted quietly, his voice husky and deep and yet in a way it almost sounded like he was ashamed of his reasoning.

"He really said that? When?" I asked him, after a small pregnant pause.
"During breakfast when you spoke privately with your brother." Choso told me, making me bite the inside of my cheeks. Mahito, always the gossip.
"Did he...say anything else?" I asked slowly, wondering if Mahito may have let something else slip out.
"No, he only advised against me requesting to join you on your errands today since your mind would be elsewhere." Choso told me emotionlessly.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that. Do I revel in the progress that I've made with Choso for him to want to spend the day with me even after he found out about my darkest secret? Or do I focus on the fact that I may actually have to sew Mahito's lips shut? Honestly, I think it would go quite well with the rest of his stitches.
"Was Geto in earshot when Mahito said this?" I then asked quickly, remembering my promise to Geto that I wouldn't do this again.

"No." Choso replied simply, making me sigh with relief. I then let my yes drift back to the talk walls of Jujutsu high with a small breathless sigh.
"Well, Mahito was right. I did come to see Gojo." I admitted shamefully. I then turned around on my heel and motioned for Choso to follow me. I warped up onto a thick branch of a tree that stood infront of the Jujutsu tech's walls, Choso warping after me. I sat down by example, Choso doing the same soon after.

From here, we had clear view of the training grounds that Gojo and his students occupied. Despite being further away than I was when being on the rooftop, this worked just as well.
"I don't do this often...but still more times than I'd care to admit." I told Choso, who I noticed was looking at three Jujutsu sorcerers.
"That one with the silver hair is Gojo Satoru. The other two are his students." I told him.

"And the boy on the roof?" Choso then asked, making my eyes flicker back to the rooftop that I was only ten minutes ago just to see that Yuuji was still there, sat where I once sat and looking quite frustrated. Rumour has it that the higher ups think that he is dead for reasons unknown to us. He most likely had to keep the fact that he's alive away from his friends too. It was just like Gojo to keep secrets like this and then make a big reveal just to piss people off.

"That's Itadori Yuuji, the vessel of the King of curses." I informed him, making him nod, almost seeming interested.
"I see." He then replied, tearing his eyes away from the boy and back to Gojo.
"Why do you watch them?" Choso then asked, catching me off guard.
"To reminisce...I guess." I admitted quietly, forcing away my frown.
"Watching him go about his mundane normal life reminds me of my life back then. I'd never admit this to Geto, but I was happier as a Jujutsu sorcerer." I admitted softly, Choso then looking at me.

"When I became a curse user, it just felt...wrong. Nothing every felt like it was meant to be. The pieces of the puzzle never connected." I started, "When I was a sorcerer, I felt like everything was going just the way I wanted it to. I felt like I belonged. I had amazing friends, amazing students and people I looked up to. I could still see my brother whenever I wanted to- and even though it was in secret, I never minded."

"Back then, Suguru was really Suguro and he just wanted me to be happy- even though our paths were going differently and we were bound to clash. We made exceptions for eachother. I hated curse users, but I would turn a blind eye for him. Now, I'm a curse user myself and everything with my brother is wrong." I whispered out weakly. I hadn't admitted that to myself outloud before.
"I don't understand." Choso muttered with confusion.

"Just over a year ago, Geto Suguru died. He died by Gojo's hands." I told him, making the cursed womb spirit's eyes widen.
"The next day, he was somehow revived... He never told me how or why. But he wasn't the same. That man that calls himself my brother isn't my brother at all- at least, not all of him. Yet everyday he manages to make me forget that." I whisper.

I could tell Choso was confused, but I didn't continue to explain. Instead, I changed the direction of the conversation back to Gojo Satoru.
"Anyway, I left Jujutsu tech because I couldn't stand staying beside the man that killed my brother." I told him.
"I understand that he put Suguru out of his misery- but if he had just waited just a little longer, I could have healed him. Everything would have been okay if he just waited...and I hate him for that." I added weakly.

"And yet you still come back and watch him... reminiscing." Choso replied pointedly, making a fair point. Me, coming back to reminisce only made me angrier and more frustrated. But then the anger faded and I was left with loneliness and sadness.
"It's pathetic, I know." I chuckled bitterly.
"It's not." Choso told me, making me purse my lips. We then fell into a silence, one that felt like he was in deep thought.

I looked over at the half-curse hesitantly, watching his eyebrows scrunch tightly together as he continued to stare at Gojo, deep in his own mind.
"What are you thinking?" I asked him softly, nudging his shoulder lightly. It took a few moments for Choso to reply.
"I don't like the hold he has on you." He admitted bravely, making me lean back suddenly with pure suprise.
"You don't?" I asked him, only for him to shake his head lightly before saying,

"He's drowning you."

(A.N ~ So sleepy. Hope you enjoyed, comment and vote!)

Chapter 17 Quote Teaser :

"Still! Nanami-san stopped training me at 12! He said that he wasn't going to work overtime on a Sunday!"