𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 30 | Back to Normal

G: Clubbing @ 10?

. . .

G: As friends. Obviously.

You tilt your head down at your phone, scanning the words from Gojo with squinted eyes. You hum to yourself and look up at the ceiling. Choso's words from the other night echo through your brain. You didn't lie when you said he could trust you. But you understood completely why he said he couldn't trust Gojo.

You sigh and sit back up on the couch, looking down at your phone again as your thumbs hover over the keyboard, hesitating to respond. Instead of flat out going against your better judgement, you swipe up on the screen and switch apps, dialing Choso's number.

After only one ring, Choso picks up the other line.

"Hey." He greets you sweetly. With just one word, you can sense the smile of relief on his face.

The both of you had finally cleared up the mess left behind by Yuki's appearance the other night, allowing the both of your nerves to settle.

"Hi." You respond hesitantly. Though, his smile, even through the phone, is contagious.

"What's up?"

"Um," You stumble on your words, scratching at your cheek as you find a smooth way to bring up Gojo's invitation. "So, Gojo just texted me. He wants to know if we want to go clubbing in an hour."

Choso pauses, you can already pick up on his hesitance.

"We? Or just you." He asks with skepticism, knowing that Gojo would never willingly invite him along, all things considered.

"Well, me but we're dating now, so... we." You clarify, sitting back against the couch as you try to relax. Choso stays silent for a moment. "We don't have to go, Choso, I thought I'd just throw that out there."

Before Choso can give you a clear response, another buzz vibrates your phone. You take your phone from your ear and put the call on speaker, switching screens to read Gojo's message. A triple text. How shocking.

I'm bringing someone, so... feel free to bring your boyfriend.

The text immediately causes your eyebrows to raise. Is it possible that Gojo- the certified whore, actually got a real date to bring to the club. Even more so, is this hangout turning into a double date?

"Listen, lover, if you wanna go, I'll go with you. But, I will not be buddy-buddy with this asshole." He explains, his voice soft when talking to you, but firm when addressing Gojo, emphasizing the word not as if you didn't already expect him to refuse to be close.

"He's bringing someone." You utter, still in shock.

"That so?" He asks, his tone automatically shifting to surprise with a pinch of skepticism.

"Seems so." You say, typing out a response to Gojo.

We'll be there.

"Soooo, wanna get ready together?" You ask Choso with a sweet voice, batting your eyelashes even though he can't see you. You hear him chuckle on the other end.

"Figured you'd ask. I'm already outside."

Your lips expand into a wide smile as you hop up from the couch and head to the door, swinging the door open to see your handsome, raven-haired man standing at the door with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the phone to his ear.

Both of you lower your phones and hang up the call at the same time. He steps forward and opens his arms to you, welcoming you into a warm embrace. He already appears to be dressed in appropriate clubbing attire. A regular, skin tight gray t-shirt, the short sleeves revealing his sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and the half sleeve on the other.

"Stop staring, come on." He comments with a teasing attitude and a slight roll of his eyes. He places his arms on your shoulders and turns you around swiftly, pushing you towards your bedroom door.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." You say as you get into your room with him following right behind you. He plops down on your bed, sprawling out and throwing his arms above him as his head hits the blanket.

You head to your closet and cycle through the clothes on the hangers and then bending down and sifting through the pile of clothes on the floor. You huff a sigh of frustration as you slump down on the floor, still looking through clothes.

Choso sits up and looks down at you, watching you as you toss the clothes that you don't want to wear from left to right. After about five minutes of you muttering to yourself while searching for the right outfit and Choso patiently waiting for you to decide. You pop back up with two articles of clothing in hand, nearly startling your boyfriend.

Without another word, you start to undress yourself instinctively, Choso's already seen your naked body so it wasn't a big deal to you. Choso, though, raises his eyebrows and turns his head the other way. He takes out his phone and mindlessly starts to scroll on social media while taking peeks at you every now and then.

"Okay!" You exclaim after shimmying your way into the outfit. You throw your hands up in the air, presenting your self to him.

His eyes slowly scan you from head to toe. You wear a strapless, skin tight, crop top that pretty much only covers your breasts and the top of your abdomen. On the bottom, you wear a skin tight, short black skirt that stops just above your mid thigh.

Choso's purple eyes meet yours with his eyebrows raised; you never fail to impress him.

"You're gonna wear that?" He asks, taking a deep breath after taking all of you in.

Immediately, your eyebrows scrunch at him, preparing to give him a full lecture on why you can wear whatever you want.

"Is that a problem?"

He shakes his head, putting his phone down as he turns towards you.

"Not at all." He answers with a smirk, reaching towards you and grabbing your hand, pulling you to him so that you stand right between his legs. "I'm just glad I know how to fight."

You chuckle to yourself, your demeanor changing as he reassures you that he's not one of those guys. You happily allow yourself to get pulled in by his embrace. You place your knee on the bed, right in front of his crotch and lean forward, placing your palms on the side of his face. He angles his head up towards you plants a quick and soft kiss on your lips.

"You ready to go?"