𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 5 | A Great Friend

After a long night of partying, the club closed at two in the morning, and the three of you took your leave a couple minutes before close. There's no doubt in your mind that you'll all be returning together soon. 

Still drunk off the four shots and two beers you downed within periods of dancing, you stumble in your steps on your way out of the bar. Gojo provides you with support as you lean on him with Choso standing a bit to your side with his hands tucked into his pockets. 

Mindlessly, you place your hand upon Gojo's chest for more stability. Gojo doesn't seem perplexed by your gesture. Choso watches carefully in the corner of his eye. He's mostly sober now, he had his last drink responsibly a bit before one in the morning. At the very least, he's tipsy.

As the three of you finish crossing the street, Choso turns to Gojo.

"I can take it from here." Choso offers, wrapping his arm around your waist. Gojo nods and transfers you to him. 

"Don't think I have to ask. But take care of her." Gojo says, stepping away. "Friend."

Choso's head tilts at his oddly toned words. Still, there's something about him that irks Choso. 

"Right." Choso mutters as he takes your arm and hangs it over his shoulder. 

"Thankyouu~" Your words slur from your lips to Choso. Saying goodnight to Gojo must've slipped your mind, you didn't seem to say a word to him upon parting ways. 

Choso chuckles at your intoxication and shakes his head, helping you down the sidewalk back to the apartment.

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Choso carefully helps you up the steps, his hand pressed against your waist to make sure you don't accidentally stumble and take a fall.

"Keys?" He asks once you two make it up the stairs. 

"Uh.." You stumble on your thoughts, "Front pocket, I think. Left one."

Choso looks you up and down, hesitantly reaching into your pocket. He looks away as he cautiously digs around in the fabric. He grabs ahold of the key ring and slips the keys out. 

He helps you towards the door, inserting the key into the lock and unlocking the door. He guides you in and shuts the door behind him. 

He places the keys on the holder hanging beside the door and sets you down on the couch. He takes note of your unwavering drunkenness and heads into the kitchen. He quickly searches for a clean glass and begins to fill it with cold water. 

He heads back to your side, sitting beside you and holding the cup out towards you. Groggily, you push yourself up to sit up straight. Your head sways from side to side as you take the glass from his hand. Your hand trembles a bit, causing the water within to nearly spill over the rim. 

He sighs and takes the glass back from you. He holds it up to your lips, placing a hand behind your head to carefully tilt your head back as to not choke on the liquid. You part your lips slightly and he tips the cup so the water slowly pours into your mouth in increments. Despite his caution, a bit of water dribbles down your chin.

You chuckle quietly with a wide smile, staring at him, almost with an innocent glint in your eyes. Through your somewhat impaired vision, you see Choso look at you intently, glancing from your soft eyes to your lips, looking as though he wants to say something. 

Instead, he keeps quiet and reluctantly reaches over. He gently places his thumb on your chin, wiping away the water droplets. Your giggling ceases and silence settles between the two of you for a moment. 

"You're sooo amazing, Choso." You coo at him with a thankful smile. "A great friend." 

Choso chuckles half-heartedly and offers you a small curl of his lip in return. He pushes himself up and clears his throat.

"I should get going. You need sleep-"

"Noo, stay. Please?" You beg, the alcohol seeping into your words still. Absentmindedly, your hand clings to the sleeve of his t-shirt and slips down his arm, stopping around his wrist. 

He looks down at you, meeting your soft, pleading gaze. He takes a deep breath and sighs, placing his hand on top of yours and gently sliding it off. 

"You're drunk, Y/N." He mutters, looking away. "I'll check on you tomorrow, alright?"

You don't respond. He looks forward to see the door to your bedroom propped open. He glances down at you to see the drowsiness overcoming you. Carefully, he bends down and slides one arm underneath your legs and the other behind your back. Though you don't seem to notice, his eyes rest on you, the piercing coldness from them has faded away, replaced with warmth.

He lifts you up and walks around the couch, carrying you into your room and gently setting you on the bed. He pulls the sheets over you and fixes a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

"Goodnight, Y/N."

His words don't reach you. Your the alcohol and exhaustion catches up to you, pulling you into a deep sleep. With one last glance, he heads out of the room, quietly shutting the door. He takes his leave from your apartment, careful to lock the door behind him. 

Once he's locked out, his hand still rests on the handle. He slumps back against the door and looks up at the clear night sky with longing. 

"Fuck."