Smoker - Choso Kamo

6. matcha

Y/n  woke up late, she hadn't had any classes today, she made her way to the kitchen but stood frozen in the doorway, feeling out of place in her teddy bear pajamas as she took in the sight before her. Choso was leaning casually against the counter, shirtless, with grey joggers hanging low on his hips. His broad shoulders and back were marked with fresh bruises, scratches, and faint bite marks, clear evidence of the night he had spent with Yuki.

Yuki, sitting on the kitchen table, looked equally relaxed, wearing an oversized shirt that was clearly Choso's. Her hair was a bit tousled, and the way she smirked at Choso made it clear they were still in their intimate bubble from the night before.

The sight made y/n's stomach twist in a way she didn't expect. She wasn't sure if it was embarrassment, awkwardness, or something else. Her eyes flickered to the marks on Choso's skin, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling a strange heat rise to her cheeks.

Choso glanced up, noticing her standing there. His expression didn't change much; he was always hard to read. "Morning," he said in his usual tone, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes when he saw her in her pajamas.

Yuki looked over her shoulder and gave a lazy wave. "Morning, milk girl," she teased, clearly remembering their awkward exchange from before.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart racing for no good reason. "Uh... morning," she mumbled, moving toward the fridge to grab some water, doing her best to ignore the palpable tension that seemed to linger in the room. She tried not to think about how close they were standing, or the clear signs of their intimacy.

As she poured herself a glass of water, she could feel Choso's gaze on her, but she refused to look up. It wasn't like it was any of her business what he did, but the strange knot of jealousy twisted in her chest once again.

"So, sleep well?" Yuki asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence as she twirled a strand of her hair, clearly enjoying the tension.

Y/n gave a small shrug, not wanting to engage. "Yeah, fine," she replied, keeping her answers short.

Choso smirked, reaching for a cigarette from the counter. "Guess you missed all the fun then," he said, his tone low and teasing as he lit it, exhaling the familiar smoke into the air. The casualness in his voice only made y/n more uncomfortable.

She quickly drank her water and mumbled something about heading back to her room, hoping to escape the awkwardness of the situation. She felt suffocated by both the smoke and the unspoken emotions swirling around her.

Just as y/n turned to leave, Yuki called out to her, halting her in her tracks. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" Yuki's voice was playful, but there was an underlying seriousness in her tone.

Y/n hesitated, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks again. It wasn't that she was typically shy; she just felt a wave of shyness wash over her in that moment, knowing exactly what they had been up to the night before. It was all new territory for her, and she wasn't used to being in such intimate situations, let alone witnessing them firsthand.

"I just... I wanted some water," y/n replied, trying to sound casual, but the flutter in her stomach betrayed her. She could still hear the echoes of laughter and the more intimate sounds from the previous night in her mind, making her cheeks flush even more.

Yuki hopped off the table, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You're not going to let this bother you, are you? We're all adults here," she said, her tone teasing yet strangely encouraging. "It's just a bit of fun."

Y/n looked at Yuki, unsure how to respond. "Yeah, I get that. It's just... I don't know," she admitted, her voice trailing off. The whole thing felt overwhelming, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was intruding on something that didn't involve her.