𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 17 | Used to This

There was something about the way Choso looked at you after you told him about the kiss that Gojo planted on you. Like he knew something that you didn't. Not only that, but he was perched at the staircase almost knowingly. And the cherry on top was the smile sprawled across his lips.

The cold breeze of the night brushes the tip of your nose. You shiver slightly as the soft wind whistles past your ears. Though the warmness of the beer has spread to your cheeks, you can't seem to beat the cold.

You lift your head off of Choso's shoulder and grab the pack of beers that you bought. He looks up at you curiously.

"I'm getting a little chilly, gonna head in." You state, gesturing your thumb towards the door of your apartment.

"Oh." He nods, offering you an understanding smile. "Alright."

As you take a step towards the door, you stop yourself, looking over your shoulder at him and then down at the pack of beers in your hand.

"Why don't you join me?"

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Safe from the warmth, you sit comfortably on the floor of your apartment with your back against the couch. You reach for the pack of cans, ripping the cardboard packaging open. You take the cans out one by one, organizing them on the coffee table as you wait for Choso to finish using the bathroom.

After a short while, Choso comes out of the bathroom, rubbing his hands downwards on his shirt, seemingly drying them. He takes his time looking around at the little things scattered in your apartment. The last time he was here, you were heavily intoxicated.

He makes his way around the couch, plopping himself down on the couch behind you. You feel his legs settle on each side of you as he sits back. Your cheeks redden as the corner of your lip curls into a flustered smile.

"Pass me a can, please?" He asks, resting his head on his palm as his eyes continue to wander.

You lean forward, grabbing a can off the coffee table and reach behind you, handing it to him. He takes it and rests his other hand on his knee, brushing your shoulder with his fingertips.

The two of you sit in peaceful silence for a moment, simply enjoying being in each other's company, until he says something catching you off guard.

"I punched Gojo." Choso says nonchalantly. You whip your head towards him, shocked at first, but you notice a smirk growing on his face. Your shock fades.

"He probably deserved it." You remark, shrugging it off. You didn't have to ask how it happened, you could envision it for yourself without a detailed explanation. The thought of it, though, makes you giggle.

"Oh, without a doubt." He agrees with scrunched brows. His nose scrunching up as he nods energetically. "I told him it was a delayed reaction." He goes on, quietly laughing at himself for fabricating such a dumb excuse, and even more so that Gojo had no objection to it. There was some truth behind it, however. Choso had been wanting to do that since the night he met him.

You gaze at him attentively, watching the way his chest rises when he laughs and the way his jaw loosens when he smiles. In the best way, his laugh is just something else.

You suck in your lips, biting at them as you revel in this moment with him. You extend your drink out towards him.

"To a job well done." You commend him, toasting to his so called slow reaction time. He tilts his head at you clinking his can against yours.

As the both of you take a swig at the same time, your eyes can't seem to leave each other's gaze. You watch as his deep purple eyes soften towards you, yet he has siren-like glint within them, enticing your attention further.

He lowers the can from his lips slowly, resting his arm against the top of the couch. The image of him sitting at the club with his arms extended out on the couch and that cigarette placed perfectly between his lip flashes through your mind. You feel heat bloom within you.

"So," His voice sultry as he purrs at you, leaning forward. With his other hand, he places his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back between his legs and leading you to look up at him. "Will you be running to me now?"

You suck in a sharp breath, suddenly captivated by his alluring voice. His hand still rests under your chin as he gazes down at you.

"Yes." Your answer nervously leaves your lips, your tone timid from his bold attraction.

The corner of his lip curls in that same tantalizing smirk that never ceases to excite you. He places his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to turn around on your knees, facing him completely.

"Then," He whispers with his eyes locked on yours, his face slowly leans in towards your. Close enough that you could feel the warmth emanating from him. His thumb rests on the point of your chin with his index finger underneath, pulling you towards him "It would be okay if I.."

His voice trails off as his lips softly connect with yours. You take a deep breath in as you melt into him with relief. His free hand travels up to the side of your face, his thumb resting just below your temple. The tips of his fingers grazing the back of your neck, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

He leans forward, placing his drink down on the coffee table freeing up his other hand as it starts to roam down your back, settling behind your thigh.

A little hum escapes your lips as he lifts you up in one swift motion. Guiding you to sit on his lap, allowing you to comfortably straddle him with your legs on each side of his hips.

He parts your lips slightly with his bottom lip, smoothly slipping his tongue forward, tasting yours. With one hand still firmly pressed against your lower back, the other crawls up your shoulder weaving his fingers in your mane. He curls a strand of your hair around his finger, teasingly tugging at you.

The both of you pull away at the same time sharing the same deep shade of red on your cheeks. Your face hovers over his with only an inch between you. Your thumb on his chin and your fingers in his hair.

"I could get used to you." You murmur, glancing from his dark purple eyes then down to his lips.

He lifts his hand, tracing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

"You're already used to me."