𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 26 | Do Something About it

You wake up the next morning with a raging hangover, as unfortunately expected. You groan as you manage to roll out of bed. You got home so late last night that you were much too tired to change out of your skin-tight dress. You blow your hair out of your face and pick a more comfortable set of clothing to change into: a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You trudge to the kitchen, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the light, seeking a glass of cold water. After filling your cup to the brim with water, you take a few gulps and head over to the window, pulling it open for some much needed fresh air.

You step away and take a deep breath, feeling the chilly afternoon air rush through your nostrils. A whiff of a faint smell of a familiar cigarette pours through the crack in your window. You relax your shoulders and peak through the blinds to see Choso smoking a cigarette by himself at the fence of the platform.

After a couple more sips of the water, you place the glass down and head for the door, slowly pulling it open and peering outside. Choso hears your door creak open and close. He looks over your shoulder to see you standing at the mat and offers you a light-hearted smile. He nods his head, gesturing for you to come over and extending his cigarette out to you.

You return the smile to him, clutching your arm from the cold as you take the cigarette from him. You take a slow drag and lean down on the railing next to him with your shoulder touching his.

"What time did you get in last night?" He asks, looking over at you calmly as you hand the cigarette back to him.

"Fuck," You exhale the smoke out, looking forward at the cars that zoom past the front of the apartment building. "I have no clue." You admit with a half-hearted chuckle.

He nods, taking a drag and following your eyes to the moving cars, counting each one that passes by.

"I shared a couple drinks with Gojo." You say, taking no time to tell him the truth.

He takes a moment to internalize what you've told him and takes a slow drag of his cigarette, tapping off the excess ash onto the ground. He looks up at the clear, afternoon sky, feeling the sun as it beats down on him.

"I can't really be mad after you saw what happened yesterday." He responds, his voice hoarse but showing understanding.

"We didn't do anything. He just offered to by me a drink." You clarify for him, hoping it provides him with some sort of reassurance. You look over at him and rest your chin lightly on your shoulder. "He said that we.. look good together. And, I guess we're friends again."

"Thanks for telling me." He says, turning his head to meet your gaze. Without you noticing, his eye twitches at your mention of your re-established "friendly" relationship with Gojo. The light in his purple eyes that you normally see has suddenly been dulled, causing you to scrunch your eyebrows slightly out of concern.

"Are you okay?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

He bites at his bottom lip and sticks the cigarette between his lips. He turns his head to face forward, avoiding your gaze as he blows the smoke out.

"We should probably figure out what's going on here." He mutters, staring at the cigarette as he rolls it between his fingers.

"What do you mean?" You push further, feeling as though if you don't tread carefully, you might have to bid good riddance to whatever might be blooming between you. Though, there is some truth in his statement.

"We're getting mad at each other over other people." He starts, and turns on his heel, leaning his back against the fence and placing his elbows on top of the railing. "I mean, shit. We had sex and- honestly, I don't want to be in some limbo place between dating and friends with you."

You look down at your shoes as you cross your arms slowly over your chest, taking his words in as they come. You suck at your cheek, biting at the inside as you cycle through the words in your head.

"Are you ready for that?" You ask, hinting at pursuing a real relationship with him and dropping the act that you developed with him. Honestly, that whole act diminished long before this conversation even started.

"Are you asking me that because of Yuki?" He replies back to you with another question, his voice more firm, maybe even a little offended.

You purse your lips and look to the side, afraid that confirming his assumption as correct might rub him entirely the wrong way. It seems that it already has. He notices your hesitance towards his question and sighs, hanging his head low until his chin hovers over his chest.

"Listen, Y/N." He murmurs, keeping his eyes fixated on the floor. "I care about Yuki but I don't love her. Not anymore." He admits, pretty much summing up exactly how you feel about Gojo. He raises his head, looking up and across at his apartment door.

He pushes himself up from the railing, rubbing the pad of his pointer and middle finger across his bottom lip, thinking to himself. He sticks the tip of his tongue into his cheek and turns on his heel to face you.

"If you don't trust me, I get it." He sighs, settling his pretty purple eyes directly on you, staring at you as if you're the only girl in the world. "But.. how I felt about Yuki doesn't even come close to how I feel about you."

While gazing at you intently with his deep purple eyes, he reaches towards you and gently twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. He leans forward, the tip of his nose nearly grazing yours. His eyes scan your face, resting on your eyes and then slowly trailing down to your lips.

"I know you're a smart girl," He whispers, his voice deep and sultry. "But you can't seem to tell that I'm fucking crazy about you."

Your breath hitches as his words hit you, heat growing drastically from within your chest. You follow his pattern; glancing down at his lips and then directly up at his eyes. Staring at him as if to peer into his soul. You tilt your head up, your lips hovering barely a centimeter under his.

"So then, do something about it."

Everything else in the world fades away from your mind as Choso's soft lips collide with yours. Stealing your breath as he places his thumb on your chin, parting your lips and sneaking his tongue inside to touch yours.

Kissing him wasn't anything for you to freak out about, you had already gone much farther than that with him before. But there was a new feeling blooming within you. Something warmer, earth-shattering even, and undoubtedly more full than you have ever felt for anybody else.

He snakes a hand up your neck, resting on the side of your face. Holding your cheek in the palm of his hands while the tips of his fingers graze the roots of your hair.

Throwing aside his commitment issues, there was not a single doubt in his mind that he was going to do something about it. And he was ready to risk it all for you in that moment.

With a sliver of spit keeping your lips attached, he slightly pulls away from you, looking you in the eyes with loving intent.

"I'm so in love with you, Y/N." He whispers between kisses. You feel a smile crawl across his lips as he admits those long awaited words. "Please be mine."