𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 2 | Debt Repaid

Gojo stares between the two of you, his gaze skeptical and hard. He looks you up and down and then glances to your neighbor to see the both of you red in the face, could be from the alcohol or from the shocking kiss the two of you shared. All up to his interpretation.

"Gojo!" You greet, drunkenly breaking the silence. "This is..."

Shit. I never asked for his name.

"Choso." He answers for you, as if reading your thoughts.

You look over to him to see that he seemingly appears unfazed by that kiss you sprung on him out of nowhere. His eyes still reflect the same coldness.

Gojo chuckles, placing his thumb under his chin. You don't know what kind of reaction to expect from him.

"Well, Choso. Take good care of her for me." Gojo says with an unbothered and cheerful tone of voice. "She gets a little touchy when she's drunk." His words cause your brows to furrow with embarrassment. He offers Choso a playful wink and then his eyes rest on you with a content gaze.

Choso's brow twitches at Gojo's words, something about him seemed to have ticked him off.

"I'll text you, Y/N." He says with a smirk, catching your longing attention with such a small assurance. "Be safe tonight."

And with that, Gojo shoves his hands into his pockets and makes his way down the stairs, leaving the two of you alone once more.

Right as Gojo walks just out of earshot, Choso's head turns towards you sharply.

"You like him?" Choso asks, raising the can to his lips to cope with that tense interaction.

"I do." You admit, your gaze falling as you process what just unfolded.

"He seems like a dick." Choso states brazenly after a swig. He doesn't seem to address the kiss, you're unaware whether he's bothered by it.

"He is." You agree, irritated that Gojo didn't appear bothered by the kiss. Yet, his words seem to keep you attached to waiting for him. It might be a little step in the right direction.

Choso looks at you and takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He slides one out and places it between his lips. He raises the lighter to the end and lights the cigarette, puffing on it and putting the lighter away.

"I'm sorry." You say, finishing the rest of the beer in the can. He watches as you grab another out from the pack and open it.

"Don't be." Choso chuckles and offers the cigarette to you. With the can in one hand, you gladly take the cigarette and have a drag for yourself, taking the edge off your nerves.

He crosses his arms and studies you intently. His cold gaze begins to warm up as he pieces together everything that just happened. You hand the cigarette back to him and give him an appreciative nod.

"So, what's with you?" He asks with a tilted head. The reasoning behind his question goes over your head.

"I swear, he has a new girl every week-"

"I didn't ask about him." Choso interrupts. "I asked about you."

You take a deep breath as you look up to meet his piercing eyes. The fact of his own handsomeness falls upon you. His pale skin shines underneath the dim overhead light. His eyes a striking deep purple.

"I've liked him for a long time." You confess after nearly getting lost in Choso's look. "I'll make effort to spend time with him. But, he doesn't seem to care. And then he shows up here after telling me he can't hang tonight- drunk!" You ramble, shaking your head as the pieces of the puzzle start to make you feel sheepish.

"But, you're still gonna patiently await that text. Aren't you?" His pressing, slightly judgmental but sympathetic tone reminds you of another certain black-haired guy.

"Yeah.." You sigh slumping down against the railing, "Probably."

In the corner of your eye, you see him shake his head as he takes another puff of his cigarette.

Suddenly, he tosses his it away and bends down, his head only a couple inches above yours. He looks down at you with his head tilted. He starts to look you up and down again, just as he did that other night.

"I'm not a big fan of being used." He expresses but his face shows sympathy. "But, since you shared your beers with me." He pauses, weighing his options. "I'll make a deal with you."

You raise your head to look up at him, patiently waiting to hear what he has to say.

"Tell me your name, and I'll play this game with you."

Your eyes widen with shock. You didn't even have to propose the rough plan that popped into your head last week and again, tonight. Yet, somehow, he seems to have caught on with no explanation at all.

"Y/N." You answer, your energy seems to be a bit uplifted now.

"Nice to finally make your acquaintance, Y/N." He affirms, your name rolling smoothly off his tongue. There's a mysterious and playful way about him that pulls you in. Silence fills the air as he begins to think to himself.

"You too, Choso." You respond hesitantly, using his name now that you know it.

"Phone?" He asks, kneeling down with his palm open.

You take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and place it in his hand. He takes it and puts his details into your phone. He even takes a quick picture to set as the profile picture for his contact.

"Though I think you deserve better. If this is what you want, I'll help you." He explains as he hands the phone back to you with a small smile. "Whenever you're ready to play. Let me know."

"W-what do you mean?" You ask as you watch him push himself up.

"A friend, a hook up, a boyfriend- though, I doubt he'd believe that considering we've just met but, who knows." Choso says with shrug, going over to the pack of beers and grabbing another.

Your mind reels at the thought of pretending with him. Your skepticism refuses to let you believe that he would simply just agree to that.

"Whatever you want me to do. Consider my debt repaid." He clarifies after taking note of your puzzled silence. "And I'll be taking another beer for my troubles." Choso chuckles.

"I'll see you around, Y/N." He waves goodbye with his back towards you heads down to his apartment.

What the fuck just happened?