Smoker - Choso Kamo

15. love?

Choso's possessiveness intensified over the following days. It wasn't just about keeping y/n close anymore, it had become a constant need to control her every movement. He wouldn't let her leave the dorm without him, and when she did, he found excuses to follow her or make her stay. He even stopped letting her meet Yuji, his own brother, fearing that any interaction with him might pull her away.

Y/n started to notice the shift. At first, she thought it was because of how they were growing closer, but soon it felt like she was suffocating. Choso would make subtle remarks when she mentioned wanting to go out with friends or work on her projects with her tutor. Even casual conversations about Yuji would result in Choso changing the subject or flat-out refusing to let them meet.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to hang out with Yuji," Choso said one evening, his tone nonchalant but his gaze serious.

Y/n blinked in confusion. "Why not? He's your brother."

"Yeah, but he's... reckless. I don't want him to put bad ideas in your head."

She frowned, sensing something off but not wanting to argue. She trusted Choso, or at least she wanted to. But his actions were making her feel trapped. "It's just lunch," she reasoned.

Choso shook his head, his jaw clenching. "You don't need to be spending time with anyone else. I can be everything you need."

The statement sent a chill through her. Y/n hesitated before speaking again. "Choso... I care about you, but you can't keep me away from people. Yuji is important too."

Choso's eyes darkened with frustration. He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "I don't trust him," he said, his voice low but firm. "And I don't trust anyone else around you. You're mine, y/n. No one else can have you."

The intensity in his voice made y/n's stomach churn. She took a step back, unsure how to respond. She knew that his behavior was spiraling, that his possessiveness was crossing a line, but part of her still held onto the hope that it would get better, that maybe this was just him trying to protect her.

But deep down, she felt the weight of the isolation Choso was forcing on her. The more he controlled her interactions, the more she felt disconnected from everything else.

Is this what love was supposed to feel like? she wondered, her heart heavy with doubt.

Her doubt grew heavier as each day passed. Choso's possessiveness was now constant, and she could barely breathe without him hovering over her. His grip on her life had tightened to the point where even casual outings were carefully monitored. She felt torn between the love she believed they had and the realization that something was deeply wrong.

One evening, as they sat on the couch in their shared dorm, Choso rested his arm protectively around her waist. His fingers pressed against her side, firm but not painful, yet she felt the weight of control in every movement. She glanced at him, trying to read the emotions in his eyes, but all she saw was the same intensity that had begun to suffocate her.

"Choso," she said, her voice uncertain. "Why don't you trust me?"

He looked at her, his expression unreadable at first. Then he sighed, pulling her closer. "It's not about trust," he said quietly, but his grip only tightened. "It's about keeping you safe."

"I'm safe," she replied, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But people will try to take you away," he muttered, his voice darkening. "I've seen how they look at you. I see the way Yuji is with you. I can't let anyone get close enough to take you from me."