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❝ You wanted my attention, baby? You got it.❞
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a/n: HI YES IM BACK ALREADY LMFAOOOO. i was gonna wait to update but i wanted to give yall more than just that little prelude. this is where their (toxic asf) relationship starts budding, so it was strange to write, bc im in love w my wonderful bf. BUTTTTT. i do love a toxic love story yall know me. anyway i wont keep you long!! keep liking and commenting, i love reading them!
CW: smut, unhealthy relationship behavior lol.
wc: 4.0k
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YOUR HEART WAS STUCK in your throat when you knocked at his door. You had been absolutely dreading this interaction – having come here after a peaceful, beautiful day out with your beloved best friend. She had driven you here, in fact, and was waiting in the car outside for your swift return.
The door swung open. Your heart dropped, and your breath caught in your throat as you took in his familiar appearance. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. He looked different, somehow, though only a few days had passed, like he had grown more handsome. His hair was down again today, deep bags beneath his eyes a little more prominent than usual.
He looked like he hadn't slept since the two of you broke up. That aside, he looked gorgeous – fitted black wife pleaser hugging his chest and shoulders, big, strong arm propped up on his hip. His presence drew you in, his cologne, his warm scent. Suddenly, you were five days younger, still blissfully enamored by him.
"Long time no see, baby," He greeted you, deep, rich voice sending your heart into overdrive.
"Don't call me that," You blurted out, unable to mask your irritation.
Choso nearly snorted, though his eyes never left yours. "Back so soon. Miss me?" He teased, stepping aside to let you into the house while keeping his arm braced on the doorframe.
"Bite me," You huffed, sliding beneath his muscular arm, doing your best to ignore the way your bodies touched for a moment – the briefest of moments. "Where's Itadori?"
"Staying over at a friend's," He answered cooly, shutting the door behind the two of you. "Your stuff's on the couch."
A spared glance at the area in question revealed that yes, he had indeed placed your items in a trash bag on the couch.
