Smoker - Choso Kamo

17. lost

As the days passed, y/n's life began to revolve more and more around Choso. She stopped attending her classes, ignoring her studies, and barely left their dorm. Her textbooks remained untouched, collecting dust on her desk, as she found herself constantly seeking out Choso's presence instead.

Whenever he was around, she felt safe, like nothing else mattered. She'd sit with him for hours, sometimes in silence, just wanting to be near him. And whenever he left, she'd wait, anxious for him to return, unsure of what to do with herself without him by her side.

Choso noticed the shift, how she stopped going to her lectures and how her focus had completely shifted from her own life to being around him. Part of him was pleased, this was what he wanted, after all, but another part of him wondered if he had pushed things too far. She was drifting away from her responsibilities, losing herself in her attachment to him.

"Y/n," he said one afternoon when she curled up next to him on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder. "You've missed a lot of classes."

She shrugged, not seeming to care. "It doesn't matter. I can catch up later. I just want to be with you."

Choso frowned, though he didn't push her away. He liked that she wanted to be with him, but the thought of her neglecting everything else left a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. "You're going to fall behind."

"I don't care," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I just need you."

He sighed, running a hand through her hair. He had her exactly where he wanted,completely dependent on him, but now, watching her abandon everything, he wasn't sure how much more he could let this continue. His possessiveness had gotten the better of him, and now she was trapped in the web he had spun, seemingly without realizing it.

But deep down, he also knew he loved her. And that complicated things. He wanted her to be happy, but he also didn't want her drifting too far from him.

As the days blurred together, Choso tried to balance his possessiveness with some semblance of care. He made sure she ate, stayed close, and spent every moment possible with her, but the thought of her slipping further into this attachment began to weigh on him. Y/n, however, remained blissfully unaware, caught up in her need for him, drifting further away from the life she once had.

As the days went on, Choso's frustration grew. Y/n was exactly where he wanted her, dependent, always seeking his attention, craving his presence, but something wasn't right. She was skipping classes, neglecting her studies, and it was starting to affect more than just her personal life. She was risking her school career, and while he loved having her close, he couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him.

He wanted her to be with him, to not spend time with anyone else, but he hadn't intended for it to go this far. It was like she was losing herself in her attachment to him, and though he'd fed into it, he realized now that he might have pushed her too far.

One evening, after she had spent the entire day beside him again, barely looking at her study materials, he snapped. "Y/n," he said harshly, standing in front of her as she sat on the couch. "You're not going to classes anymore. You're risking everything."

She looked up at him, confused and a little hurt by his tone. "I don't care about that right now, Choso. I just want to be with you."

"That's not enough!" he growled, clenching his fists. "You can't just throw everything away for me. You have a future, and you're ruining it because you're too focused on me."

She flinched at his sudden outburst, her eyes wide. She had never heard him speak to her like that before. "I thought... I thought you wanted me to be with you. I thought that's what you needed."