The next morning was nothing but filled with the sun's rays in between the curtains of your room and the scent of sex lingering in the air of your closed premises while your body still pressed against his soft yet sculpted body.
Choso's eyes were open while you slept. His hand traveled through your playing and swirling with them. He loved your hair. It was soft. He loved to touch them. He could only imagine twisting up your hair the way he does.
With his contract to stay curled up near you, he got up—twisting his own hair into a ponytail—to get a better view of the surroundings.
It was still 5 a.m. in the morning and knowing the ways and the number of times he buried his cock inside you, you were not waking up anytime soon.
His hand traveled through his velvety chin while he placed a soft kiss on them as praise for how well you took him all night.
"Never knew cursed spirits could love too" An unexpected voice sang in the air. "Or shall I say lust too" Kenjaku with his annoying grin stood in front of the bedding in which you and Choso laid.
Choso through a grimanced look at him but inside he knew he was doomed to let you get discovered by him. The first thing he did after acknowledging Kenjaku's presence was cover up your body. There was no way he was okay with seeing your bare body by someone else other than him.
"Rather than swirling in circles" Choso glared at Kenjaku. "Why don't you speak directly"
"Ah, yes" Kenjaku grinned again, sarcastically. "That's one of the options I never thought of considering"
"Anyways, don't you think it's time we should leave for Shibuya?" His smile was evil with anticipation of winning the world.
Shibuya, Choso chose to go there on his own accord. He wanted revenge, revenge from the people who killed his brothers but now that he looked at you, his body felt like leaving the past and focusing solely on the future with you.
"Are you trying to back off now?" Kenjaku's finger circled playfully. "Don't you wanna bath in the blood of those fucker's who killed your family?"
He was right. That was what Choso desired the most. But if he ever travels on the same road again, possibly you will commence to loathe him. Loathe him from your core. But not taking revenge will make him loathe himself.
What was much worse?
Either way, he knew one thing. Whether you despise him or not, you were his. And there was no way he was letting you go.
Perhaps, it all started with the lust to taste you. But now that he had tasted you, he has been addicted to you in all kinds. The thought of keeping you away made him feel as if he had lost a piece of himself.
It felt like, he needed you to survive.
"I'll come" The two words were enough to satisfy Kenjaku's anticipation. With a pleased clap of his hands, he disappeared into thin air.
Choso was left alone with you. Your sleeping face was so peaceful in discrepancy to the chaos set in within him. He didn't know what the future would bring to you both. e
Perhaps, the next time you both meet, you will be standing against each other with the will to fight rather than love, all thanks to the societal differences you had.
He leaned into you, pressing a soft kiss again on your forehead as goodbye for now. He doesn't know when you both are going to meet again but the only thing he hopes for you won't see him with a crimson-coated hand.
"I love you, Y/n" With a smile he faded away too.
Hours later when you felt a void beside you, your eyes fluttered open in search of your only one. Bizzare he wasn't there but somehow your heart ached.
It wasn't the first time he disappeared without any message, so why now does it feel so lonely and empty? Was it long long-awaited uncertainty of something going wrong?
Your heart drummed against your rib when you felt the cold hair hitting your bare breast and hardening your nipples, making you devoid of the warmth that Choso left to you.
Your body became anxious when the thought of never seeing him again crossed your mind. He became a habit to you and losing a habit felt nearly like a death.
You wore down your sweatshirt as you opened your curtains to look at the sky. The sunshine was gone. The dark clouds encircled above you.
The darker the atmosphere became the darker your thoughts formed about Choso. You leaned closer to the top of your sweater covering more of your skin under the chilling wind.
Who was he? A cursed spirit.
But what did he do? He never told you.
The only thing you knew was you both loved each other and hurting you was the last thing he would ever do.
"I miss your warmth, Choso"
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