𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 21 | Only For You

(Warning: Mature Content)

After your honest conversation with Gojo ran much longer than you had intended, you went back inside to seek Choso out and to urge him to leave with you. There was something much more pressing on your mind that led you to leave Gojo to his own devices.

In full willingness, Choso didn't question you a single bit. Instead, he took your hand and allowed you to lead the way back to the apartment complex in a hurry.

As the two of you rush your way home, the gray clouds in the sky have begun to cry little droplets, dotting the sidewalk with little rain drops.

You grasp Choso's hand tightly as the rain pours between the palms of your hands, causing his fingers to nearly slip from yours. 

Now that you've finally given Gojo a piece of your mind, you feel free from his weight, no longer helplessly attached to his side with blind devotion.

While sprinting at the same pace, you look over your shoulder at Choso to see his dark purple eyes gazing back at you with a modest and appreciate smile on his lips. You inhale a sharp breath as you take in the sight of him. His hair damp from the rain, water droplets drip down his temple, trickling off his cut jawline.

Who would've thought that he could get any sexier.

The rain begins to fall even harder now, the patter of the droplets quickening as they hit the gray pavement of the sidewalk. You pick up the pace as the apartment complex comes into view, tugging Choso along to keep up with you. A soft laugh slips from your lips, causing Choso to smile even wider. Seeing you so happy with your hand in his- he's never felt more at peace, and neither have you.

With your clothes nearly soaked from the rain now, the two of you make your way up the metal steps of the stairs, careful not to slip on the gathering puddles. With a sense of urgency, you guide him towards the door of your apartment.

You rest your back against the door and weave your arms behind his back as you tug him closer to you so that you stand chest to chest. Choso huffs with a sly smirk, understanding what you want, he presses his lips against yours.

He places his right hand firmly against the door, right above your head as he leans into you. He snakes his other arm around your waist with his forearm securely against your lower back.

The rain drops dribble down his cheek and into your mouth as he sneaks his tongue between your parted lips. The growing heat of your bodies begin to wash away the chilliness of the stormy night air.

He takes his lips from yours and nudges your hair out of the way as he nuzzles his face into your neck, planting kisses on your shoulder.

"People might see." You whisper to him, your cheeks reddening as you nearly get lost in his trance. You never imagined doing anything like this in public.

"Fuck 'em." Choso jokingly mutters against your skin. You feel his lips curl into a taunting smile.

In one swift motion, he slips his two fingers into the pocket of your skirt, snatching your apartment key that's snuggled in the fabric. He inserts it into the keyhole, turning the lock. He weaves his right arm behind you, pulling you forward as he swings open the door.

He hoists you up and you wrap your legs tightly around his waist. He locks his lips with yours once more as he carries you inside with ease, closing and locking the door behind him. Water drips off your clothes, splashing gently on the wood of your apartment and leaving a trail as he takes you into your bedroom.

He places you down on the bed and slowly begins to lift the fabric of his soaked t-shirt, revealing his cut abdomen. Following his lead, you undress, pulling your skirt down to make things easier for him. Before you can take off your shirt yourself, shirtless now, he saunters over to you.