Smoker - Choso Kamo

10. bruise

Y/n winced with every step as she made her way to the bathroom. Her body ached in ways she hadn't expected, and each movement sent a dull surge of pain through her muscles. Once inside, she closed the door behind her, shutting out the outside world and everything that had just happened.

She turned on the faucet, letting the water run until steam filled the room. Slowly, she undressed, her clothes feeling heavy against her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her reflection looked tired, her eyes dull with exhaustion and confusion.

Sliding into the hot water, she let out a deep sigh, the warmth slowly soothing her sore body. But the physical relief couldn't wash away the emotional weight pressing down on her chest. As she sat in the bath, her mind drifted back to the moments with Sukuna, how rough he had been, how different it was from what she had imagined. She had felt overwhelmed, out of control, and now all she could feel was a hollow emptiness that made her stomach churn.

The pain from walking was a reminder of how little care had been given to her comfort. She ran her fingers over her skin, feeling bruises she hadn't even noticed before. It hurt to think about how detached he had been, how it had all felt one-sided. Her first time, something she thought would be special, was now a painful memory, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been used.

She let herself sink deeper into the water, trying to wash away the lingering sense of disappointment. The water rippled around her as she curled up, pulling her knees to her chest. Y/n felt a wave of emotions building, her chest tightening. She hated feeling so vulnerable, so lost.

Why had she let it happen? Was this what relationships were supposed to be like? She thought of Choso, of how different things could have been. He had his own issues, but he had never treated her with such disregard. There was a part of her that regretted pushing him away, a part that longed for something more meaningful, something she hadn't found with Sukuna.

The water began to cool, but y/n stayed in the bath, her thoughts swirling. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake, if she had given a part of herself to someone who didn't care at all. And now, as she sat alone, she realized how much she wanted more than just physical connection, she wanted to be seen, to be valued.

But for now, all she felt was empty.

As she stepped out of the bath, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before stepping into the living area of her dorm.

Just as she opened the door, Choso entered with Yuki beside him, their laughter echoing in the space. Y/n's heart raced; she quickly shifted her focus to not give anything away.

"Hey, y/n! We just got back," Yuki exclaimed, her energy infectious. "What were you up to?"

Y/n forced a smile, her mind racing for a plausible answer. "Oh, you know, just watched a movie with Sukuna and talked a bit," she said, keeping her tone casual and light. The lie felt heavy on her tongue, but it was better than the truth. She could see Choso's expression shift slightly at the mention of Sukuna's name, and it made her stomach churn.

"A movie, huh?" Choso replied, his voice guarded. "Did he treat you well?"

Y/n sensed the underlying tension in his question. "Yeah, it was nice. We just hung out," she said, keeping her voice steady, even though her heart pounded in her chest.

Yuki raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Just hung out? Sounds pretty cozy!" She grinned mischievously, nudging her playfully. "Did he try anything? You know how guys can be."

Y/n felt her cheeks flush at the implication, a wave of guilt washing over her. "No, no, nothing like that!" she insisted, a bit too quickly. "We just... talked about stuff."