Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

Choso p.2

a/n: hey doodles! sorry for the heavy emotions with this choso story. we will be back to our regular schedule of freakiness next story. happy reading <3

As the factory came into view, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over me. It hadn't changed much, still standing like a forgotten relic of our past, a place that had once felt like our own little escape. The tall, weathered structure loomed ahead, its silhouette cutting against the darkening sky. The overgrown weeds and rusted metal gave it a haunting yet oddly comforting vibe. This place held so many memories—some of the happiest and now, some of the most complicated.

Choso parked the car in the same hidden spot we used to use, out of sight from the road. The engine cut off, leaving a thick silence hanging between us, broken only by the soft ticking of the cooling engine. I stared up at the factory, the weight of everything that had happened over the past year pressing down on me, but somehow, it felt lighter here. Maybe it was the familiarity of the place, or maybe it was just being with Choso again.

"Do you want to go up to the roof?" he asked softly, his voice cutting through the stillness.

I nodded, unable to find the words. We both got out of the car, the cool night air wrapping around us like an old friend. Choso fell into step beside me as we made our way toward the factory, the gravel crunching under our feet. For a moment, it felt like no time had passed at all like we were just two kids sneaking away to our secret hideout.

The climb up to the roof was just as tricky as I remembered, but Choso was there, steady and reassuring, helping me over the more difficult parts. When we finally reached the top, the view spread out before us, the lights of the distant city twinkling on the horizon like stars. Up here, it felt like we were removed from the world below like all the hurt and confusion didn't matter as much.

We sat down on the edge, our legs dangling over the side, just like we used to. I took a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a sliver of calm. Choso was quiet beside me, his presence solid but unobtrusive, like he knew I needed time to process everything.

After a few moments, I broke the silence. "I don't know what to do, Choso. Everything feels so... messed up."

He glanced at me, his eyes soft and understanding. "You don't have to figure it all out right now," he said gently. "You've been through a lot. Give yourself time."

I sighed, resting my chin on my knees. "It's just... I never thought things would turn out this way. With him, with you... I thought I had it all figured out, but now I just feel lost."

Choso's gaze was steady, his voice low. "You're not lost. You're just in a place you didn't expect to be. But that doesn't mean you won't find your way."

I looked at him, his words sinking in. There was a sincerity in his eyes that made me believe, even for just a moment, that maybe things could get better. That maybe, despite everything, I wasn't as broken as I felt.

"Why did you really leave?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I get that you thought you weren't good enough, but... was that the only reason?"

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared out at the distant lights. "It was more than that," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I was scared of what being with you meant. I was scared of the future, of how much I felt for you. It was overwhelming, and instead of dealing with it, I ran."

I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I would've faced it with you, Choso. I would've been there, no matter what."

"I know, and that's what scared me," he said, his voice full of regret. "and that's why I'm sorry. I should've stayed. I should've fought for us instead of pushing you away. You knew what you wanted when you wanted it, and how. I was confused about every aspect of my life. I was terrified of holding you back, I was."

We sat in silence for a while, the weight of his words settling between us. The wind rustled softly through the trees below, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"I'm still mad at you," I said quietly, my voice wavering with the emotions I was trying to keep in check.

"I know," he replied just as softly with a dry chuckle. "You have every right to be."

I wiped at my eyes, frustrated with the tears that threatened to spill. "But I also don't know. I hate that I still care about you so much."

Choso's hand found mine, warm and steady. "I care about you too," he said, his voice low but firm. "I always have."

I didn't pull away. I didn't want to. Despite everything, his presence still felt like home. And maybe that was the hardest part of all.

As we sat there, side by side, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future hanging between us, I realized that I didn't have all the answers. I didn't know what was going to happen next or if we could ever really go back to the way things were. But for now, sitting up here under the stars with Choso, I felt like maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as lost as I thought.

Getting lost in my thought, I felt Choso gently grab my chin and tilt it toward his face. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. The pure emotions swirling in his deep brown eyes told me everything. 

 "Choso..." I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of everything that's happened.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance between us, pressing his lips softly to mine. The kiss was gentle, hesitant like he was afraid of pushing too far too fast, but there was a depth to it, a quiet desperation that spoke of everything we hadn't been able to say. His hand cradled my face, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself melt into the moment.

I pulled away slightly, my heart racing as I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice quiet. "I know I don't deserve a second chance. I know I hurt you. But I—"

I pressed my finger to his lips, shaking my head. "I don't know what this means," I admitted, my voice shaky. "I'm still angry. I'm still hurt. But... I don't want to keep pretending like this doesn't mean anything."

Choso nodded, his eyes softening. "We don't have to figure it out right now," he said quietly. "We'll take it one step at a time. No more running. And no more of that man in your life."

I leaned my head against his shoulder, the familiar comfort of him easing some of the weight from my heart. Maybe things were still messy, and maybe I didn't have all the answers, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like we could start over.

And for now, that was enough. He was enough.