𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 19 | Mysterious Choso

You always knew that Choso had a mysterious way about him, but you always chose not to question it, you'd feel odd trying to pry at him. Plus, you always thought he would tell you on his own time, but up to this point now, he hasn't.

"Y/N." Choso's voice has been calling you for a while now. His hand is rests on the top of your knee, offering you a squeeze in hopes to pull you back to reality. Maybe it was hard to hear because of the club's pounding music, or maybe it's because you found yourself lost in thought again.

You feel his hand crawl into your palm, interweaving his fingers with yours with a comforting manner. You turn towards him, a blank but apologetic look on your face.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asks, leaning in closer towards you with eyes full to the brim with concern.

Hesitantly, you nod with a half-hearted smile.

"If you're not feeling good, we can leave, it's okay." He offers sweetly with a tilt of his head. Regrettably, your detached demeanor has rubbed off on Choso.

"No, no. I'm sorry." You assure him with a shake of your head. Your apology is genuine. Wanting to offer him the same comfort you, you place a hand upon his arm. "I think I just need a drink, that's all."

Choso nods slowly and understandingly. He reaches towards the table, grabbing his drink off the table and offering it to you. Without thinking too much about it, you thank him and knock the rest of his drink back. Its strength burns your throat as the liquid trickles down. But you start to feel a tad bit more relaxed than before. You sigh with content seeing as the alcohol has done its job.

He raises his eyebrows at you, taking the cup and placing it back on the table. To him, it's not too much of a big deal. You declined getting a drink for yourself earlier, so it's likely that he understands and will opt to get another later anyway.

"We should dance." You suggest abruptly, feeling a little looser now and catching Choso off guard at your sudden cheeriness. You instinctively take him by the hand, pulling him up off the couch. He hurriedly places his cigarette in the ash tray, following your pull towards the dance floor.

With the bass of the music getting heavier, you take him deeper into the crowd. Seeing a more assertive side about you makes Choso smile with satisfied content, even if he doesn't know entirely where it's coming from.

Feeling a little tipsy from the potency of the alcohol, you take his arms and wrap them around your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.

As the two of you sway to the cadence of the song, you lean your head towards him, causing him to lean closer to you, resting his forehead on yours. Though the butterflies still flutter around within, you've mutually grown more comfortable getting lost in each other's eyes, able to grasp onto the sense of warmth you discovered in each other.

His hands trail down your waist, settling at your lower back. He pulls your hips closer to his and you guide his movements to sync with your own.

As you lose yourself in the ambience of the club, thoughts push their way into your head. You can't seem to think about the true mystery of his presence. You hate to admit it to yourself, but you still know more about Gojo than you do about him.

There's a lot he hasn't told you; that woman you saw him smoking with, his apparent half sibling Yuji- hell, he hasn't even told you what he does for a living, not even in the small talk that the two of you shared on the first night.

"Hey," Choso murmurs at you, placing his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back up to look at him. You meet his eyes as he looks down at you intently, a hint of worry in his pupils. "What are you thinking about?"

Though you were planning to bring it up to him at a better time, you can't help but give into him as his alluring eyes seduce the truth from your lips. You gaze up at him with a slight tilt of your head.

"There's-," You stumble on your words. Despite having been in a more intimate position with him, the heat between you still manages to send goosebumps rippling up your arms. "There's still so much I don't know about you, Choso."

Your innocent words cause a smile to sprawl across his lips as he chuckles. To him, your assertion signifies your developing commitment to the relationship that's blooming between you.

"You're gonna be stuck with me for a while." He whispers, understanding your worry. He brushes a strand of hair from your face as he rests his deep purple stare upon you. "We'll have plenty of time to relive our past, together."

His reassurance settles your mind and brings a small smile to your face.

"But," He continues, pulling your chin closer, his lips nearly brushing yours. "for now, just stay in this moment with me."

As the lights of the club flash above you and the bass of the music blends with the beat of your heart, Choso locks his soft lips with yours, encasing you into a captivating kiss. Trusting in his word, you lower your previous inhibitions and melt into him.

As your lips part, Choso envelops you in a sincere embrace. The two of you delve into each other's presence as if you're the only pair in the club, swaying perfectly in sync. Choso's words warmed and reassured you, taking your trust and solidifying it.

"I really like you, Y/N." Choso whispers sweetly into your ear, his bottom lip brushing your skin. He speaks as if the kisses didn't already reflect his affection for you, his mind is crystal clear bringing an appreciative smile to your face.

You lift your head, placing a hand on each side of his face, your pinky tracing his jaw line. You angle his head gently towards you and your eyes connect. Right as you open your mouth to vocalize your mutual attraction, a slender finger taps on your shoulder. You suddenly feel a tall presence hovering over you, casting a shadow.

You furrow your eyebrows, noticing Choso's tender expression shift to disdain. His eyes harden as they leave your gaze to meet another's.

"Y/N." A familiar voice echoes to your ears. With one word, his deep voice cuts through the music, lacking his usual playful tone.

Reluctantly, you turn your head and look over your shoulder to see Gojo towering over you. His stature is solemn; his hands sit in his pockets, his shades are on, hiding an almost sad look in his eyes.

"Can we talk?"