Dolly

About the situation between the two clans:

These guys share the same forest, but they've been beating the absolute shit out of each other for generations just to claim territory.

They could never agree on who gets the river part because it’s packed with fish, which means free food. During winter, the Uchiha Tengus just hibernate and huddle up inside their houses, surviving on stockpiled food and fire to stay warm. During this time, the Senju foxes basically completely monopolize the Naka. But in other seasons, since the foxes are a tiny bit slower than the crows, both sides just constantly clash over it (sorry i dont really know if this make sense or not)

How do I put it uhhhhhhhhh, like initially it was just a turf war, but later on it became pure hatred, so they just kept fighting non-stop, yeah yeah, something like that.

Tobirama in the future: "If we unify the two clans, it will help expand our living area since the war zones won't be used anymore. With the population shortage caused by the war, we can use that empty land, combine it with my farming knowledge to grow crops and fruit trees, and then we won't have to stress so much about food security or hunting."

Hashirama: "Omg I'm so proud of you!"

About IzuTobi's first meet

It was because their older brothers dragged them along (yeh yeh, you're sick of it, I'm sick of it, but I completely ran out of ideas for this sorry). But since the two big bros were hiding their true identities, they used magic to conceal their wings and tails, making everyone look just like normal humans, and they told their little brothers to do the same.

The second Izuna laid eyes on Tobirama, he was down bad. That was pure love at first sight.

Y'all know how crows are obsessed with shiny gemstones, right? Yeah, Izuna fully inherited that trait. To him, Tobirama looked like he was literally glowing - so white, white hair, and eyes like precious rubies, like he was insanely beautiful.

He liked him so much that he didn't even bother to hide it. He immediately marched over, walked in circles around him, tilted his head, and scrutinized him from top to bottom. Since he was only 7 years old at the time, he was super goofy. Tobirama felt a bit uncomfortable, but seeing his older brother completely abandoning him to hang out with a new friend, he sighed, grabbed Izuna by his collar, and asked: "You, name?"

"Ah, Izuna! What about you?"

"Tobirama."

"Tobirama! You're so beautiful. Will you marry me?"

"??? Absolutely not?"

"..." Izuna's eyes well up with tears

Tobirama instantly thought, 'Good lord, who the hell spoiled this brat at home to make him this easy-crying?'

Izuna: "WAAAHHH WAAAHHH ONII-CHANNNNN"

Hearing his little brother crying, Madara immediately rushed over to hug him while glaring daggers at Tobirama.

Tobirama: ... (Okay, now I know exactly who spoiled him)

Madara: "What's wrong?"

Izuna: "Tobirama refused to marry me~!!"

Madara + Hashirama + Tobirama: ...

Izuna: "Onii-chan, buy Tobirama for me please!"

Madara: ... (Never in my life have I regretted spoiling my brother this much)

Before his onii-chan could even teach him a lesson, Izuna already wriggled out of Madara’s hug, ran straight to Hashirama’s legs, and tugged at his clothes: "Hashi nii-chan, can you give me Tobi please? I'll be a very good kid!"

The kid knew damn well he was cute. This trick worked 100 out of 100 times on Madara. So for Hashirama — who desperately starved for affection from his own brother — there was absolutely no way he could resist. He almost accidentally sold his brother out on the spot if it weren't for the fact that Tobirama knew his brother's goofy ass way too well.

Hashirama: "Haha, sure, that's— OUCH OW!!!"

Tobirama: Pissed "Anijia, shut it."

Hashirama laughed awkwardly, knelt down, and wiped away Izuna's tears.

Hashirama: "Right now, I can't give Tobirama to you just yet. You two are still too young. When you're old enough, if Tobirama likes you back, I'll marry him off to you, okay? Good kid, don't cry."

Izuna: ... *nods*

Hashirama: "Here a gift for you."

With that, he used his Wood Style to summon a cherry blossom branch and gifted it to Izuna. Izuna looked at it, then turned his watery, sparkling eyes toward Tobirama, who had been looking annoyed the whole time, as if waiting for him to comfort him too. Tobirama just gave in because Izuna was honestly too cute. He sighed, stepped in front of Izuna, and gently patted his head. Just that alone made Izuna grin from ear to ear lol. (If Tobirama had kissed him right there, he would've probably fainted on the spot lmao).

Uhm, after that, every single time they met up, Izuna always prepared a beautiful gemstone to gift to Tobirama. Even when they couldn't see each other, he’d stubbornly force Madara to pass it to Hashirama just to deliver it to him. And then he just kept rambling about Tobirama non-stop to Madara. Madara was annoyed to death and lowkey started hating on the brat who stole his precious little brother lmao.

How it happened

Uhm but things weren't all fun and games anymore when the two older brothers reached the age to go to war. Madara recognized Hashirama, but Hashirama didn't recognize Madara. He only knew him as a rival on his level from the Uchiha clan, completely unaware that he was Madara. Because if y'all don't remember, the Tengu clan always wear demon masks on the battlefield, while the Kitsune don't.

So from that day on, Madara never went back to the Naka River to hang out with Hashi anymore. Hashi went there every single day to both train and wait for him. Tobirama also stopped receiving those shiny gemstones. But instead of just feeling a void in his heart, he worried about his brother even more. Even though he know Madara is not a bad person and probably had his own reasons... but that was it, he still made Hashirama cry.

Then when it was finally time for both Tobi and Izuna to head to the battlefield, Izuna finally understood why his big bro stopped going to the Naka. Tobirama didn't recognize Izuna either. Because even though his nose could remember that wild grass scent on Izuna's clothes, the smell of blood on the battlefield completely covered it all up. But Izuna faced the biggest mental breakdown of his life, straight up starving himself for days just to process and accept the reality.

He was still deeply in love with Tobirama’s gemstone-like eyes, still loved his white hair, and fell even harder for his fox form which he saw for the first time. But now, he could only watch from afar and keep it all buried deep down in his heart.

On that one day when they were both 24, Tobirama dealt Izuna a fatal strike. It was only then that Tobirama saw the mask slip away, revealing the face he hadn't seen in a lifetime.

At that exact moment, Tobirama felt like the sword in his hand hadn't just killed Izuna — it had killed himself too.

Hashirama tried to comfort him, but Tobi just shut himself inside his lab. A few days later, he rushed out, holding an incomplete jutsu scroll in his mouth as he ran straight into the Uchiha territory. His whole body was covered in mud, completely losing its usual pure white fur color.

He used his nose to sniff out Izuna's scent. Right now, Izuna only smelled like medicinal herbs. It seemed like the clan members were doing everything they could to save him, but he was already on the brink of death. Izuna was already dressed in a pure white shroud, his face covered. Luckily, his eyes hadn't been harvested yet. And luckily, Madara wasn't in the room with Izuna at that moment.

Tobirama shifted into his human form, opened the scroll, and began using his own blood to draw the jutsu formula onto the shroud and Izuna's black wings. Finally, he chanted the spell.

This was a jutsu he had just successfully created based on Reanimated Jutsu, but instead, it used his own soul to patch up someone else's missing soul fragments.

Since Izuna passed away not too long ago, he had only lost half of his soul. Honestly, Tobirama came here fully prepared to trade his entire soul for Izuna's life. He accepted death because he was truly, deeply in love with Izuna. He even left behind a ton of scrolls about unifying the two clans so Hashirama could use them later.

He loved Izuna’s round, teary eyes, loved his sincerity, loved his silky black hair, and loved those gemstones he used to pick for him shining under the moonlight.

After done with the jutsu, because he lost too much blood and half of his soul, he passed out right there on the floor, failing to make it out of the Uchiha territory.

If Madara hadn't walked in the next morning to check and found that Izuna had already woken up, then Tobirama would've been gone for real this time lmao :)))))

Since Izuna woke up first, he carried Tobirama onto the bed. But Izuna didn't look happy at all. The moment he read the scroll, he understood exactly how this soul-complement jutsu worked.

Everyone knows that a yokai's soul is extremely sacred; it has to be completely whole for them to have a better reincarnation next life, or even ascend to Godhood. Losing half of a soul is basically like dying once then after this life, you vanish completely from existence, no after-life anymore.

Izuna explained to Mdr that Tobi was the one who saved him, leaving Madara with mixed feelings. Then Mdr told Izuna that Hashirama had proposed a truce alliance. Izuna stayed silent, seemingly not against it this time.

Right before leaving, Mdr suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask:

Madara: "Oh wait, since you're awake now, what should I do with that coffin I just pre-ordered?"

Izuna: "? Is that even a question you should ask me?"

Madara: "Just kidding. Welcome back to life, my dear Izuna."

A while later, Tobirama slowly blinked his eyes open. Seeing Izuna's furious face glaring down at him, he was kinda confused. He didn't sit up, just blocked his eyes with his arm.

Tobirama: "What? I saved your life and you're still mad?"

Izuna: "You literally threw away your only chance of ever becoming a god?!"

Tobirama: "A god? Who are you kidding, nobody has the potential to become a god except my brother."

Izuna: "But you won't have a next life..."

Tobirama painstakingly forced himself up, then rested his head on Izuna’s shoulder, softly comforting him.

Tobirama: "I was scared I wouldn't be able to find you in the next life anyway. So we might as well just spend this life together. Izuna, will you marry me?"

Izuna: "...I'm still mad at you."

Tobirama smirked mischievously, planting a kiss on Izuna's lips. His white fox tail wrapped teasingly around Izuna's wrist.

Tobirama: "Then once you're not mad anymore, let's get married, okay?"

Izuna's eyes welled up with tears as he buried his face into Tobirama's chest, his black wings completely enveloping Tobi's body.

Izuna: "From now on, don't you dare treat your life so recklessly again."

Tobi: "Got it."

Izuna: "I'll find a way to restore the missing pieces of your soul."

Tobi: "Got it."

Izuna: "I want you to wear the bridal gown."

Tobi: "Got it, anything else?"

Izuna: "...And 5 kids."

So Mdr agrees to meet Tbrm just this once, only to realize that this sister of Hsrm is tough as hell, like there's no way she could ever love her 😭 (especially since this white-haired brat used to get into fistfights with Izuna back in school. Mdr honestly prefers softer, gentler girls).

Mdr straight up tells Hsrm, "Look, I don't like your sister," but Hsrm's dense ass refuses to believe it, like, "My sister is literally perfect, what is there not to like??"

To be fair, Tbrm didn't vibe with Mdr either during their first meeting lmao 😔

Yeah, it becomes an #enemies_to_lovers trope i guess.

It's mostly because Hsrm is just stubbornly determined to play matchmaker, thinking, "They're both 2 lesbians. One is my best friend, one is my sister , this is literally perfect!" (Hashirama, lesbians do not work like that 😔, this fucking straight man)

Yeah, but Mdr still has to admit that Hsrm’s sister is hot, it's just that her personality is a bit too feral, so she isn't exactly Mdr's usual type.

Like, how can someone have white hair and skin that's just as white? She looks soft as fuck, and her smile is actually cute too. One time, Hsrm sent Mdr a photo of Tbrm dozing off on the sofa buried under a mountain of work documents. Tbrm was only wearing a thin camisole tank top and shorts. She’s literally perfect from head to toe (until her mouth start talking), and her skin flushes red so easily... It felt like looking at her naked even though she wasn't, damn, that forbidden feeling was driving Madara insane...

(We will not talk about how Mdr kept accidentally daydreaming about grabbing Tbrm’s waist and pounding her or about Tbrm sitting on her face while masturbating.)

But since Mdr already talked big and said she wasn't interested, she’s too proud to take her words back now.

As for Tbrm? Even though she lowkey disliked Mdr at first, she’s still heavily drawn to her because Mdr is still a girlboss (lmfao whatthehell). Tbrm is an absolute sucker for talented, competent people. In the company, Mdr is only second to Hsrm, so Tbrm highly respects and admires her. On top of that, Mdr is sexy as hell, like her tits are huge (Tbrm's are just a handful lol), and whenever she wears office shirts with a pencil skirt and high heels... oh my god, Tbrm would literally drop to her knees and beg her to step on her (submissive)

But since she knows Mdr isn't interested in her, she just quietly fantasizes about it in secret 😔

Then one day, Hsrm gets into an accident and ends up in the hospital (nothing too serious, just a leg cast). Tbrm is crying her eyes out, super devastated etc. (which Mdr finds adorable as hell, makes her want to bully her in bed). Since Mdr and Tbrm take turns taking care of Hsrm, they gradually get closer.

And well, nature takes its course and they eventually start dating

She heard the sound of someone quietly sobbing along with teasing voices coming from an alleyway.

And she had no idea why, maybe because Naoya had been way too bored lately with nothing to do and no one to date, she decided to rescue that girl.

“Hey, you assholes!”

Naoya was carrying her older brother’s baseball bat (she took it home for him because he forgot it at school). When the guy standing in the middle turned around, she immediately swung the bat and smacked him on the head, making him stumble and fall to the side.

“You-!”

“Wait… blonde hair with black tips… that’s the youngest of the Zenin kids. Don't lay a hand on her, i don't want to be in big trouble.”

“Ugh! Remember my face, you bitch!”

After that, they ran off. Naoya tapped the baseball bat against her shoulder a few times and watched the guys flee with a satisfied look. “I hate men,” she said, her voice dripping with disappointment.

She hated men, yet she still dated them every day. Can you really blame Naoya? She was beautiful, wealthy, and smart - it would be a waste not to use all that to toy with the hearts of those mediocre boys, drain their money, manipulate them into believing they had to pay a worthy price to have her, and then dump them only a few weeks later.

That was quite amusing; she didn’t deny that she enjoyed being pampered, being treated like a princess. But men are all the same: extremely boring.

And three men picking on a single girl - what kind of behavior is that?

“Th-thank you, Na-Naoya.” Her trembling voice came from behind, making Naoya turn around.

The girl had her hair tied into two pigtails, though one side had come loose. Her face was lowered, so Naoya couldn’t see it clearly. But the thing that immediately caught his eyes was her bra strap slipping down, her shirt barely on, revealing the soft, pale, big boobs underneath (yes, i believe in big boob choso supermarcy)

Naoya frowned. Looking at the scene, he immediately knew what the others intended for this girl - it wasn’t hard to imagine what would have happened if she had been late.

“Stand up. How do you know my name?”

“We’re in the same class.”

“Huh?” Naoya looked at her once more. Clearly, they had never met before. “Really? But we’ve never met before?”

The girl struggled to stand, her legs unsteady. “I’m Choso.”

Choso… Choso… Choso…

“You’re the emo girl who’s always in the corner being antisocial?!”

“…if that’s what impresses you about me, then yes.

Choso adjusted her shirt, but the buttons had been torn off during the scuffle, making it difficult to cover everything. Naoya tried to convince himself not to focus on Choso’s chest. “Don’t look, Naoya, don’t look, don’t look-”

“Damn it, I looked…”

Naoya’s face flushed as his eyes landed on Choso’s full breasts. They looked like they would fit perfectly in someone’s hands… Most girls with a slim waist didn’t have a bust that big. Even Naoya - he was only blessed with a very nice butt, nothing more. How on earth did this girl named Choso end up like this…?

“So how are you planning to get home? Do you want me to take you? My private driver will be picking me up at the road ahead.”

Naoya asked, trying desperately to distract himself from her chest.

Choso hesitated, seemingly wanting to refuse, but after glancing at her own disheveled and exposed state, she agreed.

“Sorry to trouble you,” Choso mumbled softly.

When they stepped out of the alley and into clearer light, Naoya finally got a proper look at Choso’s face. Her features were quite delicate, but she didn’t look like the type who took much care of herself, especially with the dark circles under her eyes and that expression that practically make people to bully her. The traces of tears still clinging to her lashes made her look unexpectedly cute. Across the bridge of her nose was a scar partly covered by a black tattoo, giving her a slightly rebellious vibe.

At that moment, Choso removed the remaining tie in her hair, transforming from pigtails into a ponytail. When she let her hair down, it fell just past her shoulders, cut in something like a mullet or a wolf cut, which made the ends flare outward instead of lying straight like Naoya’s.

Her school uniform hung all the way down to her ankles, the kind worn by proper, obedient girls. Naoya, on the other hand, preferred to shorten her skirt a bit- best if it sat above the knees.

When they both in the car, choso quietly look at naoya meanwhile naoya look nonchalant by scroling her phone, trying not to stare at Choso chests again.

“Na-Naoya-chan.”

“Huh?”

Naoya turned to look at Choso, whose face was still smudged with dirt.

“Do you… play baseball?”

“No, that’s my brother’s bat.”

“Oh, um…”

The atmosphere grew a bit awkward.

“C-could I… see you again tomorrow?”

“Huh?”

“I– I want to be friends with Naoya…” Choso said shyly. “Ever since I entered high school, girls haven’t really liked me. I-I think Naoya is really cool and… and beautiful too… so can I be friends with you?”

“I’m not lacking friends.”

“But you always eat lunch with your boyfriend. You don’t have any female friends, right?”

Somehow, that hit Naoya right in her weak spot. It was true - girls didn’t like her very much. Well, of course they didn’t; they weren’t as pretty as she was, so they were obviously jealous.

Naoya looked at Choso’s face again. Her eyes lacked energy; she wasn’t the kind of girl who would captivate anyone at first sight. If Naoya had Choso as a friend walking beside her, Naoya’s beauty would stand out even more. And since Choso had no friends, she was probably starving for companionship. In that case, Naoya could give her that… and manipulate her to do whatever Naoya wanted.

After calculating everything in her head, Naoya flashed the bright smile she always used to charm boys.

“Alright, starting tomorrow, we’ll be friends.”

Choso couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her face as she shyly replied, “Okay.”

The next day, Choso slept straight from first lesson until lunchtime before finally waking up. Naoya had no idea how someone could sleep that much. Did she stay up all night? Even though they agreed to be friends, Naoya didn’t make any effort to approach her. She just went to the cafeteria as usual to grab a quick sandwich.

When she returned to the classroom with the sandwich in hand, she saw Choso looking around for her.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere! Why didn’t you wait for me!”

One side of Choso’s cheek was covered with a bandage. There was another patch on her neck and a few bruises along her arms. Naoya felt a faint sting in her chest.

“You got hurt that badly?” Naoya asked.

“Forget it, stuff like this happens all the time.” Choso said. “Anyway, what are you having for lunch?”

“Sandwich,” Naoya replied. “But… ‘happens all the time’? Do you get assaulted often?”

“No.” Choso answered. “Normally it’s just some other girls beating me up, but since I don’t fight back, they get bored. So they hired those boys yesterday to take nude photos of me or something.”

She said it like it was nothing - like it wasn’t the kind of thing that made her cry her heart out the day before.

“Next time you come to school, bring something for self-defense. Pepper spray or something.”

“What do you like to eat?”

“Huh?”

“What doss Naoya like to eat?”

Naoya had no idea why she switched topics so fast, so she just said, “Japanese food, I guess…” She ate enough Western food at home anyway.

“Alright, got it,” Choso said.

The next day, Choso woke up as soon as the bell rang. Before Naoya could head downstairs to buy something quick for lunch, Choso grabbed her hand and handed her a lunch box.

“Huh?”

“I made it for you,” Choso said with a shy smile, cheeks flushing. “Stop eating sandwiches, they’re not good for you. Your family doesn’t take care of you properly if they let you eat so little.”

But I’m trying to lose weight… Naoya thought.

Even so, warmth bloomed in her chest. It was the first time she’d received this kind of care from another girl. Honestly, even most of her ex-boyfriends hadn’t cared about her like this. And Choso smile is strangly attractive.

“Oh right, someone with white hair gave this to me today when i entered the school. I think it’s for you. ”

Choso handed it over, a pink envelope with little hearts on it. Definitely a love letter.

“Huh? Uh… okay.”

Wasn’t it strange? They’d only been friends for one day and yet someone had given the letter to Choso instead of delivering it to Naoya directly.

Naoya looked at the name written on the card.

Gojo Satoru.

Holy crap! That ridiculously handsome, flawless guy liked Naoya?!

She had dated plenty of good-looking guys, sure, but no one in this entire school came close to Gojo’s level. He was the type who never accepted confessions, the type no one could get. Naoya never even bothered to look his way because he was so obviously out of her league.

Inside the letter was a confession - asking if he could meet Naoya under the blossom tree in the schoolyard after lunchtime.

Choso asked, “What’s got you so happy?”

Naoya replied, “Gojo just confessed to me.”

A flicker of sadness crossed Choso’s face, but she still congratulated her. “That’s… nice. Are you going to say yes or…?”

Naoya: “Of course I’m saying yes. It’s Gojo Satoru! Gojo Satoru, do you understand?!”

Choso hesitated. “Uh… yeah… So - can I come with you?”

Naoya was so excited she could barely keep her mouth closed. “Of course you can.”

Naoya didn’t like Gojo Satoru - not really. But she loved the feeling of being adored, and besides, the two of them would make such a powerful, perfect couple. She wondered what it would feel like to break Gojo’s heart someday.

Thinking that, Naoya immediately ate the lunch Choso had made for her, her mood bright and bubbling. After finishing, she hurried to check her makeup and added a bit more blush.

“Let’s gooo!” Naoya chirped, happily grabbing Choso’s hand and pulling her along.

Choso pretended to be a passerby from afar, watching them.

Naoya: “Hey, you said you had something you wanted to tell me, right?”

Gojo: “…Where’s Choso?”

Naoya: “Huh?”

Gojo: “I asked Choso to meet me.”

Naoya: “Huh?”

Gojo: “I gave the letter to her directly. Why did she give it to you?”

Naoya: “She told me to reject you. She doesn’t like you at all!”

(Naoya thought: Good thing I came up with an excuse fast. Sorry Choso for cockblocking you, but this is the price you pay for embarrassing me by getting my hopes up.)

Gojo: “Really?”

Naoya: “Why do you even like that girl? She’s not pretty at all. If I were a guy, I wouldn’t like her either. Or do you only like her because she’s got big boobs?”

Hearing the words “She’s not pretty at all”, Choso grew upset and quietly walked away.

Gojo: “She has big boobs?”

Naoya: “Extremely.” nods

Gojo: “…Did she really reject me?”

Naoya: *nods again*

Gojo sat down heavily on a bench, legs spread apart, letting out a long sigh.

Naoya wasn’t mad at Choso at all. She didn’t even know why. Normally, she would’ve been furious - furious enough to go smack Choso for tricking her. But somehow… she wasn’t angry in the slightest. Instead, she thought Choso was an idiot. Someone gives you a love letter and you mistake it for a message to deliver to Naoya? What if someone tricked her into going somewhere shady?

But where did Choso run off to?

Naoya: “Why do you even like her?”

Gojo: “I think she’s cute, don’t you? Yesterday I saw her running past me with all those bandages on her face, and my heart just got stolen. I think troubled girls like her are really interesting.”

Somehow, Naoya felt irritated. She wasn’t sure if it was because Gojo Satoru liked her new friend… or because the most handsome guy in the school had the nerve to like Choso of all people.

Gojo: “But if she doesn’t like me, I guess that’s that.”

Naoya: “Are you stupid?”

Gojo: “Huh?”

Naoya: “Are you actually stupid? You meet someone once, get struck by love at first sight, and then expect them to like you immediately? You’re seriously overestimating your own looks. You’re not that irresistible.”

Gojo: “You’re right! Then give me her number. I’ll win her over slowly, hehe.”

Naoya: No, bitch. Let my friends alone.

Naoya frowned. She didn’t like this guy at all. She felt… uncomfortable that he wanted to get closer to Choso.

After hearing Naoya say she wasn’t pretty, Choso spent the following days trying her hardest to improve her appearance. Skincare, makeup, daily routines - she did everything. When the wound on her cheek finally healed and she removed the bandages, Choso looked much more beautiful than before.

One day, Gojo started coming to bother Choso’s class during lunch. This irritated Naoya. She realized she wanted Choso all to herself. A girl who was sweet only to her, cooked delicious food for her, always complimented her, treated her in ways no boyfriend ever had, gentle and understanding, never controlling her. There was no way she would let that idiot Gojo enjoy any of that.

“Choso~ You look a lot prettier than usual today~”

“I don’t like boys. Can you leave?” Choso said.

“Huh? Choso, you mean…” Naoya asked from beside her.

“I’m a lesbian.” Choso nod.

Naoya swore she actually heard the sound of something shattering somewhere inside Gojo.

Today, Choso came over to Naoya’s house for sleep-over. They talked about all sorts of things and grew really close. By now, Naoya truly considered Choso a friend, not just a “background” for herself anymore. Their conversation eventually turned to the topic:

“I’m jealous of you. How do you get boobs like that?”

“Do you want to try?”

“Huh? Try what?”

“Try touching them.”

“…Are you serious?”

“Naoya, are you really sure you don’t want to?”

Choso let her hair down, her messy mullet framing her fair, slightly flushed skin from embarrassment. Her eyes were like a maze, leaving Naoya completely captivated. She was wearing pajamas with a pretty deep button-up top — easy enough to slip a hand inside and squeeze.

Naoya swallowed hard. She was really going to touch them throgh the fabric.

So soft.

Naoya felt a tightening sensation below. She had heard that a girl’s nipples were very sensitive, so she tried teasing Choso’s a little. Soft, quiet moans escaped from Choso’s lips.

Naoya was genuinely turned on by it.

Naoya hurriedly stepped back, overwhelmed by a strange, sudden desire, and… down below, she felt unusually slick.

Choso tilted her head, looking at Naoya innocently, as if she had no idea why this was happening, as if it weren’t her fault for being so alluring.

At that moment, Naoya could no longer lie to herself - she wasn’t straight. Since becoming friends with Choso, she hadn’t felt any romantic interest in a single guy, and now… she was getting horny over her best friend’s body and moans?

Naoya was about to lose her mind.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

Now Choso completely changed her demeanor. She grinned mischievously at Naoya, her eyes squinting like a cunning little cat. Naoya noticed that Choso’s top had somehow come completely undone, leaving the edge of her chest invitingly exposed.

"Fuck, are you doing all this on purpose?”

Choso laughed, crawling closer to Naoya, her hair sliding over her shoulders. Naoya could smell a scent like milk, like flowers, coming from Choso’s body as she approached.

“Can you guess?”

Other facts about this AU:

- Choso knows how to play baseball, which is why she asked Naoya if she knew how to play so they could talk b but it turned out she was just referring to her brother’s equipment.

- Choso constantly compliments Naoya on her beauty, almost like it’s a catchphrase.

- Naoya gained weight after eating too much of the food Choso cooked (good thing that after gained weight her boobs a little bigger)

- Gojo really likes talking to Naoya. She has a pretty sharp tongue, and Gojo enjoys befriending people with a bit of an annoying attitude (he likes ragebaiting others).

- That night, they got “passionate” even though it was only with fingers and tongue.

- Although it was also Choso’s first time, she was better in bed than Naoya (in reality, both were a bit inexperienced, but not terrible; Choso was slightly better).

- Later, after they had been dating for a while, somehow Naoya’s skills improved and became better than Choso’s.

- Choso was bullied for… unknown reasons? People just saw her as an easy target.

Additionally, each Kamo clan head from later generations also knew Choso’s location because Choso would teach them Blood Manipulation. However, only the clan head was allowed to know - that was Choso’s binding vow, since he wanted to live quietly and avoided dealing with chaotic people.

Choso is a half-cursed being, so he does not age. He’s basically an immortal existence, similar to Tengen, just without Tengen’s level of power.

One day, years after Yuji’s death - roughly around 100 years later - the higher-ups detected signs of Special Grade Curse Naoya. However, every Grade 1 sorcerer sent to eliminate him died, and Naoya was skilled at blending into crowds and hiding his cursed presence from Special Grades. So the higher-ups ordered the current Kamo clan head to find Choso - the one who had once been recorded to have defeated Naoya in the past. Since both of them are beings from a hundred years ago, the higher-ups believe Choso might be useful. They also told the Kamo clan head to pass along a message: if Choso agrees to take on this mission, they will let him have his brother back.

The higher-ups know that Choso is still alive, they just don’t know where he is. His dwelling is covered by a barrier (curtain?) that prevents anyone from tracking or locating him.

When the Kamo clan head arrived and told him this, Choso was genuinely happy. Ever since he lost his memories, all he knew was that he had eight younger brothers, and Yuuji was the ninth, and whatever Yuuji had told him back then was all he had to rely on. Deep down, Choso had always carried a strong, unwavering love for his brothers; even without his memories, that affection never disappeared.

So Choso accepted the mission.

After 100 years, this is the first time Choso has descended back into the human world. According to the information he received, the most recent trace the higher-ups had of Naoya was in a well–known nightlife district in Tokyo - a place full of gambling, drugs, prostitution…

Naoya truly had become strong. After a century of “hibernation,” he had refined his cursed techniques to the point of near-perfection. Even as a cursed spirit, he was able to appear before humans as if he were one of them, taking on a fully human form.

Choso made his way to the entertainment district in Tokyo. He changed out of his old traditional clothing into something more modern, using the funds the higher-ups provided for this mission. For the nightlife district, he chose to wear a suit. His hair, however, was unevenly cut since he had always trimmed it himself back in the forest, stopping only when his mind told him, “okay, that’s enough.”

He looked down at the worn photograph in his hand. The higher-ups claimed this was what Naoya would look like if he were human. But the picture was damaged and hard to make out, since it came from a hundred years ago. Choso wasn’t sure if he’d even recognize the man now. The only things he could really identify from it were that the person had blond hair with black tips at the ends, amber eyes, and a fairly handsome face - maybe the kind of person who smiled often.

He also couldn’t rule out the possibility that the cursed spirit had already shifted into an entirely different appearance.

Choso sighed. Not only could Naoya hide his cursed spirit presence, but these days cursed spirits had evolved to this degree, too. That was… troublesome.

According to the recorded reports, this Naoya tends to prey on young, attractive women. So the moment Choso stepped into the casino, he scanned the room, observing every woman present. It was strange - any man in this place could be Naoya, and any woman here could very well die tonight.

In every district he stayed in, Naoya would usually consume about four to five victims before moving on. Based on that pattern, he should still be somewhere in this area. So far, only one woman had gone missing two days ago.

No one here had the same hair as Naoya in the photograph, but there were three men with eyes similar to his.

Choso activated his technique and approached the three women who were standing closest to those three men. With subtle, precise control, he infused each woman with a small amount of his blood - just enough to make them feel slightly ill for a few days, but not enough to cause any real harm because of the poison. However, the moment their lives were in danger - specifically if any one of them was targeted by those suspicious men - his blood would react and alert him.

To the women, the contact was barely noticeable, no more than the sensation of a mosquito bite.

As soon as Choso felt the signal from his blood, he immediately jumped down from the rooftop to the floor where the reaction was strongest. He smashed through the window and landed inside a luxury hotel room, only to find the girl already missing an arm and part of her brain. Her mouth had been gagged with a strip of black cloth. It seemed they had been doing something “for fun” before Naoya bit her arm off. That was probably why she hadn’t been able to scream. And even if she had, no one would’ve heard, this kind of room had excellent soundproofing.

Naoya turned around the moment he heard the window break. Choso stood on the window ledge, his expression completely blank at the sight of the corpse. He had seen too much death to feel anything. All that mattered right now was capturing Naoya.

At first, Naoya’s expression looked like he was thinking, “Ah, another one came. Did the higher-ups send more people?” But the moment he recognized Choso, his face turned serious. There was no way he could ever forget the humiliating defeat he suffered at Choso’s hands 100 years ago. That face had been burned into his memory forever.

Naoya immediately abandoned his “meal” and activated his Domain Expansion.

“You’re still alive? I didn’t even get your name the last time we fought.”

“We have never met,” Choso replied, voice flat.

The moment Choso finished speaking, Domain Expansion closed in around him.

He had read the records, if he moved fast, this technique would slice him apart, like a thousand blades carving through every cell. Naoya’s domain was almost perfect; the only known counter was Heavenly Restriction.

Choso felt something touch the side of his neck so he did not move. He knew that even the slightest shift would tear him apart. Even the natural flow of blood through his veins was already enough to carve shallow cuts along his skin.

He drew a slow breath. Then he raised his hand, ignoring the new wounds opening with every inch of motion.

His fingers formed an L shape and pressed against his chest.

“Domain Expansion - Bloodborne Final Rite.” ( i swear it sound so much cooler in my language… Huyết Trận Tẫn Lễ 血陣尽礼 sth like that)

And just like that Choso’s domain shattered Naoya’s. Two domains collided. Then broke apart.

Naoya was taken aback, not expecting his domain to break so easily. However, as his eyes traced the countless cuts on Choso’s body, he scoffed:

“You’re already messed up this badly, and you still think you can defeat me?"

But the moment after he spoke, Choso activated Reverse Cursed Technique. Every wound on his body began to heal, closing up as if nothing had happened.

Naoya clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that this was becoming troublesome. He hadn’t expected that after all these years, this guy was still alive. Seems like in 100 years, he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten stronger. But Naoya absolutely couldn’t allow himself to be captured now.

He immediately fled, and Choso followed after him.

“Annoying,”

Naoya frowned as he ran, trying to come up with another plan. Choso had likely already learned his technique from the higher-ups’ records, meanwhile Naoya had no idea what new abilities Choso had developed in his Blood Manipulation over the past century. As of now, Naoya was at a disadvantage.

For the moment, escape was the only option.

After a long chase that I’m too lazy to write out in detail (lol this is just a plot summary anyway), Choso eventually caught Naoya.

“You lost, Naoya. I’m turning you in to the higher-ups.”

Choso said as he pinned Naoya face-down on the pavement. Naoya lay prone, Choso sat on his back and held his arms behind him so he couldn’t use any technique or do anything to escape.

“Even if I lose sometimes, the one who survives in the end is still me, isn’t it?” Naoya sneered, refusing to concede. Right - he always escaped death; he clung to life like an earthworm: even when cut in two, both halves kept wriggling.

“Not this time.” Choso looked at him coldly. “I’ll hand you over, and they’ll return my brothers to me.”

“Your brothers? You mean that brat Yuuji? He died decades ago.”

“You know Yuuji?”

Now Naoya realized faintly that Choso had amnesia. An idea popped into his head. “Actually… I was pretty close with Yuuji, you know?”

Choso’s expression grew irritated. “Yuuji wouldn’t be close to someone like you, don’t lie to me. Besides, if you were close with Yuuji, he would’ve told me about it years ago.”

Naoya gave a small, secretive smile. Based on that answer, he was sure Choso had lost his memories. He could use that to escape.

“Yuuji once owed me his life,” Naoya said. “I also know a way to bring your brothers back without killing me. Consider it me returning a favor for saving your brother - let me go! I’ll find a way to get your brothers back for you!”

“Really? Tell me how.”

“Back then, Yuta…”

Yuta… Choso remembered that name; Yuuji had once told about him. Yuta was dead too.

“Yuta was ordered to kill Yuuji, right? But he didn’t actually kill him. I was the one who told the higher-ups that Yuta had killed Yuuji, so they stopped hunting your brothers. That’s how your brothers stayed alive. So doesn’t that mean your brother owe me a life?”

To be fair… Choso was clueless about things like this, so Naoya’s words persuaded him. After all, he’d lost his memories and only retained what Yuuji had told him, lol.

“But I can’t just let you go. You’ll kill innocent people again.”

“I swear! I swear I won’t kill anyone anymore. If I kill someone, I’ll die right then and there, okay?” Naoya hurriedly said, whether he was lying or telling the truth didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting out of this situation.

Choso pondered for a moment, then looked at him.

“Then make a contract with me.”

“Huh?” Naoya asked.

“A contract. That if you dare harm another human, you will die.”

Those three words “you will die” rang out like a death sentence in the night. Choso was more terrifying now than ever; Naoya shuddered.

Naoya calculated in his head. He couldn’t survive and grow stronger without eating humans. But if Choso died… the contract would be nullified. So he could just get close to Choso and kill him, and then continue feeding!

“Will you make the contract?” Choso asked again, pulled Naoya's hair.

“Okay, okay! I will! I will!”

Choso then flipped Naoya over, straddling his stomach to keep him still.

“Stay still, or I’ll kill you.” Choso said, his voice calm and flat.

Choso formed a blade out of blood and slit his own hand. He was only wearing a dress shirt now - his vest had been torn to shreds during the chase, so he had taken it off long ago. His tie was hanging loose, a few buttons undone, revealing a sculpted chest. His eyes glowed in the dark.

Naoya tensed at the sight in front of him. Fuck, why is this half-curse suddenly hot as hell?

“Open your mouth.” Choso ordered. He brought his wrist to Naoya’s lips. Blood dripped onto Naoya’s mouth, then down towards his cheeks, sticking to his hair.

“This is the kind of weird vow-making method you half-curse hybrids use, huh?”

“That’s right. So swallow my blood and swear.”

His voice was alluring - dangerously alluring. Naoya couldn’t understand why he felt a flicker of excitement over this. He hesitated, then parted his lips and let Choso’s blood flow into his mouth.

“Good boy.” Choso rose to his feet, expression unreadable as the words left his lips.

Yet to Naoya, it didn’t feel emotionless at all. Why the hell would he say something like that to his enemy?

“I already told the higher-ups. You’ll be under my control.”

“Those old men actually agreed?”

“Because I’m not really under their control. Now tell me, do you have any way to get my brothers back? I’m keeping you only because you might know how to bring them back, so you’d better tell the truth.”

Naoya fell silent; he truly didn’t know. He didn’t even know who Choso’s brothers were or where they might be, so he dodged the question.

“I’m not telling. What if I tell you and you kill me?”

“Why would I kill you?”

“Why couldn’t you kill me? If you hand me over to the higher-ups after you’re done, it’s a win-win for you.”

Choso frowned. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Naoya said. “Besides, you already owe me, take me to where you live.”

Yes, later. He’d kill Choso then. He’d make Choso drop his guard and kill him when Choso least expected it. That way Naoya could be free again. He’d kill Choso before Choso realized Naoya didn’t know anything about his brothers.

“You don’t have a home?”

“You know how it is, here today, gone tomorrow. Mostly I live off humans anyway lol.”

“Alright, put this over your eyes.” Choso took off his tie and handed it to Naoya.

Naoya accepted it, confused. “You into some kinky shit now?”

“Are you stupid? Put it on so I can take you to where I live. I don’t want people knowing where I stay, it’s annoying.”

“…Fine.”

Naoya tried, but after a while he still couldn’t tie the tie properly, it kept slipping down.

Choso clicked his tongue, frowning at how slow Naoya was being. He snatched the tie back and tied it for him. The two of them were about the same height, so Naoya could clearly smell the mix of blood and Choso’s body scent when Choso leaned in close, that make him blushing for no reason.

Naoya complained endlessly about how terrible Choso’s living conditions in the forest were. The only form of entertainment he had were the old movies that Choso had collected over the years, the ones Yuuji had slowly saved up over a decade, enough to fill an entire shelf.

Naoya tried his best to get on Choso’s good side by helping out with things like laundry or cleaning the house (putting aside the fact that he tore several of Choso’s clothes while washing and broke a few household items in the process.)

Every day, Choso didn’t do much either, mostly wandering around the forest, observing how the animals lived, and playing with rabbits. Every week he would proudly tell Naoya that the rabbit family had welcomed new members again. Those rabbits really bred a lot.

Slowly, Naoya realized Choso was… a gentle person. And little by little, he began to develop strange feelings for him.

But the hunger inside him wouldn’t stop growling. Months passed, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. One night, while they were sleeping next to each other (since the house only had one bed), he bit Choso. The feeling of fresh, living flesh in his mouth was intoxicating. And somehow - Choso’s flesh tasted just as “good” as the beautiful women he used to devour.

Choso woke immediately and threw him off the bed, pinning him to the floor. He looked at the missing chunk of flesh on his arm, fear appearing on his face. Naoya, snapped back to clarity by the pain, frantically apologized, he had been so hungry his instinct had overridden his reason.

Choso’s expression softened with a troubled look: “It’s alright. It’s natural instinct.” Then he used RCT to heal the bite mark.

Honestly, after spending some time around Naoya, Choso found himself softening toward him more than he expected. Sometimes seeing him turn into a worm and bask in the sun didn’t look so bad. After being alone for so long, even one smile from Naoya could color his life in a way it hadn’t been before, brighter than ever.

So he forgave Naoya. Sometimes he even forgot how greedy and selfish Naoya could be. He thought one small bite wouldn’t hurt.

“Would it help if you ate animals instead?” Choso asked.

“Huh?”

“If you fed on animals, would that be better…?”

“Don’t tell me… the rabbits…?”

“Are you crazy?” Choso slapped Naoya lightly on the head. “I mean I can open the place up so you can buy food at the supermarket. I don’t think you’d bring your troublesome habits into my home, right?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

"Omg i love you so much!"

Naoya jumped up and wrapped his arms around Choso. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

And just like that, the two of them kissed, slowly at first, then deeper. Hands moved, fabric slipped, clothes falling away piece by piece. Breaths grew heavier, warm in the dark, filling the quiet of the night.

Naoya felt every scars behind Choso's back, burning.

They lived a quiet, gentle life for a time until the day Choso finally remembered his brothers. When he questioned Naoya, Naoya confessed that he knew nothing. Choso’s anger surged. He despised deception. He drove Naoya away. He cried until his chest ached, until everything they had shared felt like a lie and his heart felt shattered.

Ridden with guilt, Naoya turned himself in to the higher-ups to accept execution. He offered them a contract: return Choso’s brothers, and he would die without resistance. The higher-ups agreed. To Naoya, it was enough. Those months of living with Choso - quiet mornings, small routines, the warmth of another presence - had been the happiest of his life. Dying now felt like the right conclusion. He no longer wanted to cling to a century of resentment. His hundred-year happiness was condensed into only a handful of months spent by Choso's side, living a quiet, simple life together

When Choso calmed and tried to find him, the blood in his veins pulsed a warning: Naoya was about to die. At that moment, Choso was in the forest, gently playing with newborn rabbits. He froze, then walked out of the barrier barefoot, step by step, numb, heading toward the place of execution. If he could just arrive in time… just a little more …

But he was too late. By the time he reached the chamber, the chains had already fallen. Naoya had been erased completely. It was true that Naoya had killed many and caused chaos, and perhaps death was the fate he deserved, but the finality of it struck like a blow.

The higher-ups handed Choso six glass containers, Naoya’s final bargaining chip. His six younger brothers were inside. Through his blood-sense, Choso heard their voices. As their memories and pain reached him, the markings on his face spread, his rage rising. Naoya might have done wrong, but what they had done to Yuuji-

“Aniki,” the voices said, “they dug up Yuuji’s grave. They opened his body and used a ritual to extract us. He suffered. We all suffered.”

So that was how they “returned” his brothers. If that was the price, Choso did not want them back. Yuuji deserved to sleep after everything he endured. How dare they disturb his rest.

Choso’s eyes turned red with fury and grief. He had gained six brothers, but only by losing the one person he loved most and also the peacefully rest Yuuji deserve to have.

“Domain Expansion - Bloodborne Final Rite.”

Blood flooded the chamber. Chains of blood bound each higher-ups just as they had bound Naoya, stretching their limbs apart. Their screams filled the air. No one escaped.

From that moment forward, Choso became a curse that must be exorcised.

Many years later, among sorcerers, people still whispered of a tale: the story of two cursed spirits who loved each other deeply, yet had made far too many mistakes to ever find their way back.

Over generations in Kamo Clan, fewer heirs could use the inherited technique: Blood Manipulation. As a backup, the clan demanded the school return one Death Painting Womb—since they originally were Kamo Noritoshi’s creations, the Kamo technically had rights. But the higher-ups only allowed one, since Death Paintings were special-grade and risky to manage. So the Kamo chose the eldest → Choso.

Originally, the Kamo clan planned to find a volunteer or something… but when a baby in the clan was a newborn who died at birth (and the mother also died), they decided to use that child’s body instead. After Choso was implanted into it, the baby’s face changed— a mark appeared across the nose, and it bled nonstop.

At first, the Kamo didn’t understand why, fearing the baby would bleed out and die. But after studying Noritoshi’s old texts, they discovered that the bleeding would automatically stop once the cursed energy was depleted. Since Choso couldn’t manifest a technique as a newborn, they simply let the blood flow until he out of cursed energy (he will full it after a day (?) idk just how it works right? i dont know much about how curse energy works so u guys just ignore it then lol)

Because he was half a curse, by the age of three Choso was already able to use a technique (he wasn’t considered a prodigy, since he wasn’t fully human). But the Kamo were delighted—what he used was exactly the clan’s Inherited Technique. And on top of that, it was practically an infinite supply of blood.

Since Choso had been implanted into the body of a child, his awareness was almost zero. He could vaguely feel that he had someone somewhere, he also sometimes suddenly felt the resentment of a women (his mother) - but he never understood why, there's nothing clear. He knew he was different from the other children in the clan, yet he didn’t realize he was a cursed womb—he simply thought he was a little more “special” than others and kept on living like an normal child.

Not exactly “normal” tho—he was basically a backup plan in case no one else in the clan could use Blood Manipulation. So he got a decent education and all that

The fact that he was half–cursed spirit was known only to the higher-ups closest to the clan head. (The physician who had carried out the fusion of the baby’s body and the cursed object had already been killed)

Within the clan, Choso was seen as a quiet and reserved child. However, he was also very gentle toward the younger kids in the clan and small animals.

Before Kamo Noritoshi was born, Choso often attended the gatherings of the Big Three Clans (how u called them in english?). It was there that he got to know kids his age at the time—Satoru and Naoya. These three were like 6–7 years old kids so they were all kinda dumb lol

At their first gathering, when Choso was six, Satoru immediately went into battle stance the moment he saw him and fired off Blue at Choso. Caught off guard and unprepared, Choso was hit—almost killed on the spot. (my pookie traumatized for life 😭😭😭) At first, Satoru argued that he was just “exorcising a curse,” but no one believed him, they all think he just so spoiled (since nobody else had Six Eyes to see what he did).

Afterward, Choso cried a lot, Satoru got smacked a few times on the head and was made to take responsibility by applying medicine to Choso’s wounds (he didn't do it)

Satoru and Naoya had already known each other beforehand, since both had been allowed to attend gatherings earlier. However, their relationship wasn’t exactly friendly—it was more of a rivalry, with Naoya always picking fights with Satoru and Satoru constantly teasing him back.

Naoya saw what Satoru did, came over Choso, cover the wounds for him and like “yo how’d that feel? fast??” then even asked if Choso wanted to team up to beat Satoru (not a good idea tho, Choso denied it)

The three's first impressions: (j4f)

Satoru → Naoya: “Cute but why’s he so arrogant?”

Satoru → Choso: “Cute too but wait, a cursed?! Let me exorcise ASAP!”

Naoya → Satoru: “So this is the hyped Satoru kid? Meh.”

Naoya → Choso: “If I tease him, that mark on his nose changes shape lol, that's so fun.”

Choso → Satoru: “Don’t care… Why does he hit me with that?!!!"

Choso → Naoya: “Don’t care either, but if someone threw him in a lake I wouldn’t mind, too noisy.”

In this trio, Satoru and Naoya were often at odds, while Choso usually ended up being the one to balance things out between them—since he acted the “oldest,” not because of age, but because unlike the other two, he hadn’t been spoiled within his clan :3

Now let me come up with loveline between them as kid first

Gojo and Naoya first met at age four, while Choso didn’t meet them until he was six.

When they were 8, Naoya visited the Kamo estate and invited Choso to hang out. After getting permission from the elders, Choso went with Naoya to the Zenin residence. There, Naoya secretly pulled Choso along to climb over the wall.

“Where are we going? Why aren’t we bringing attendants? Wouldn’t it be safer if they came with us?”

“Lately Toji’s been sneaking out a lot. Now we’re gonna follow him! And you can’t do that with too many people, right?”

“…Who’s Toji?”

“My cousin! He’s super cool! And really strong too!”

They ended up at a tree far enough from the front gate not to get caught. Choso saw the silhouette of a tall man slipping out, and Naoya whispered excitedly: “That’s him! Handsome, right? I noticed he sneaks out at this exact time every day!”

“Then why do you want to follow him?” “Because at home he just lies around doing nothing! I wanna know what he’s doing out here to be that strong!” “Oh.” Choso nodded. “He’s moving—come on, let’s follow him, hurry up, Choso!"

And the two of them followed Toji all the way to… the horse racetrack.

“What’s Toji even doing here?” “I’m pretty sure he’s just gambling. Wanna grab something to eat?” “No way! We’ll lose sight of him.” “Come on, Naoya. We’re not even old enough to get in there. Toji’s not coming out anytime soon anyway.” “But what if he’s training inside? I wanna see it with my own eyes!” “…Fine. Hold on tight, just for a bit—I’ll lift you up. First let’s find a spot with fewer people.”

So they snuck to the empty grounds behind the racetrack, where there were plenty of trees. Choso used his technique to form a blood wheel under his feet, then launched himself up into the branches—high enough to watch the race and catch the faint outline of Toji.

Since it was afternoon, the sun was blazing. Naoya groaned, “It’s too hot.” Choso sighed, then used more blood to form a shade for both of them. In his head, he thought: This Zenin kid’s been spoiled rotten.

Then they started talking.

“Choso, do you think I can ever be as strong as Toji?” “I don’t know.” “Between Toji and Satoru, who would win?” “I don’t know.” “Stop being so boring!” “I’m hungry.” “Then go find food.” “I don’t feel safe leaving you alone.” “You think I’m weak?!” “No, I just worry.” “I don’t need you to worry about me! I’m old enough! I can climb this tree without your Blood Manipulation—whoa!!”

Naoya suddenly tipped backward and nearly fell, but Choso quickly grabbed him and steadied him back on the branch.

“See? Told you.” Choso shrugged.

Naoya’s face turned bright red. “Fine! But just wait! I’ll get as strong as Toji, you’ll see!" “What for?” “Huh?” “Getting strong… what’s the point?” “I don’t know. We all just wanna be strong, the strongest, that’s it.” “There has to be a reason.” “Then what’s yours?” “I want to be strong enough to protect the people I love.” “Boring reason. Just like you.” “Don’t you have anyone you really really like that you dont want them to get hurt?”

At that, Naoya’s cheeks flushed a little.

“…So you do?” “Don’t tell anyone, okay? I kinda… like Gojo.” “Huh? Satoru? I thought you two hated each other?!” Choso’s eyes widened. “But he’s really good-looking and strong, isn’t he? …I like his eyes.” "“Yeah, I think his eyes are beautiful too.” “Hey, don’t you dare try to steal him from me!” “I don’t care.” Choso rested his chin on his hand, still watching the racetrack. “How long?” “Huh?” “How long have you liked Satoru?” “Since last month.” “And how do you even know you like him?” “I heard the kids in class talking about who they liked, and then… I realized I like Gojo’s attention. Something like that.” "You guys will be really cute together." "It that is?"

Choso couldn’t say out loud that he actually liked Naoya as well. From the very moment Naoya had run to his side to bandage the wound Gojo had caused, that cute face and the faint scent of mint had nearly overwhelmed him. Naoya was like the sun—so blindingly bright that Choso could never truly see him clearly.

Choso sank into his own void, swallowed by the hollow sense of loneliness that never truly left him.

Meanwhile, Naoya’s eyes lingered on him—sharp, tinged with jealousy. He never told Choso how much Gojo actually admired him—something Choso never once noticed. The way Satoru’s voice unconsciously softened whenever he spoke to Choso, the way he always found excuses to ruffle Choso’s hair into a mess and laugh with that delighted grin. Sometimes, Satoru even went out of his way to pull Naoya aside, just so he could talk to Choso alone.

Gojo didn’t need to say out loud that he liked Choso—Naoya, at the age of 8, was sharp enough to see it.

"Omg, Toji's leaving. Take me down! Take me down Choso!"

"Ok, ok! Calm down!"

A few years later…

For Choso, his feelings for Naoya only grew stronger day by day. But for Naoya and Gojo, whatever feelings they once had slowly faded away. This is because both Naoya and Gojo were the kind of people constantly surrounded by attention and praise; for them, it was easy to move on from a failed crush, whether or not they had ever confessed.

Choso, however, was far more sensitive. He carried his feelings quietly, never expecting them to be returned, and they only grew heavier with time.

At fifteen, Satoru entered Tokyo Jujutsu High, while Choso and Naoya continued their studies together at Kyoto. The distance between them widened, as Satoru’s new environment pulled him further away from the other two. It was during this time that Satoru also began developing feelings for Suguru.

Choso and Naoya were the only two students in their class, so they were often paired together on missions, gradually becoming closer over time.

In addition, every time he returned home, Choso had the task of teaching young Kamo Noritoshi the Red Blood Manipulation technique. Since Kamo Noritoshi manifested the inherited technique at the age of five, Choso was no longer prioritized—everyone knew he would not be the heir of the Kamo clan anymore. However, Choso was not someone who cared about power, so it did not matter to him. Noritoshi, meanwhile, was very fond of his teacher.

One night in their second year, Choso was in the dorms, studying the details of a new technique he had just created—Supernova—when there was a knock at the door.

When he opened it, Naoya stood there, his eyes dark and heavy with hatred.

“What’s wrong?” Choso asked, worried.

“Toji’s dead,” Naoya said grimly.

Choso froze at the news. Everyone knew how much Naoya admired his cousin and looked up to him as a role model. Just a few years ago, when he’d learned Toji had married, Naoya had even been happy for him.

Choso led Naoya inside, sat him down on the bed, and went to pour him a cup of tea.

“Do you know who killed Toji?” Naoya asked as soon as he took the cup from Choso, his face lowered.

“Who?” Choso sat beside him, speaking gently.

“Satoru.” Naoya let out a bitter laugh. “At least now I know which of them was the stronger one.”

Choso froze again, at a loss for words.

Gojo—their childhood friend, the one Naoya had once had feelings for—had killed Toji.

What kind of cruel twist of fate was this?

“I hate Satoru. I really hate him.” Naoya clenched his teeth, gripping the cup tightly.

“Alright,” Choso said, moving closer to him. “Listen… how about we go to Tokyo? We’ll ask Gojo directly about this. Gojo wouldn’t just kill someone for no reason, okay?”

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

“Alright. How about this—tonight I’ll stay with you, okay?” Choso said as he gently took the cup of tea from Naoya’s hands and set it down on the floor. Then he held Naoya’s hands in his own, speaking softly: “You can cry with me. And I promise, I’ll stay by your side. I won’t leave you, alright?”

“You say that like you’d ever even think of leaving me,” Naoya muttered, but then, suddenly, he realized—

Choso had always been there for him. No matter what. He had spoiled Naoya by giving in to nearly every request, buying him a gift Naoya had only once mentioned liking, even shielding him from a curse’s blow and falling sick for days from the poison afterward—without blaming Naoya for being careless.

“You really won’t ever leave me?” Naoya asked, his voice trembling.

“I won’t. No matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Or, if you want, we can go beat up Gojo right now? But I’ll warn you—the result probably won’t be much different from when we were kids.” Choso teased lightly.

“I don’t think that’s necessary anymore,” Naoya whispered, resting his forehead against Choso’s shoulder before finally breaking down into tears.

For the first time, Naoya realized just how warm Choso’s skin really was.

In the end, they still went to the exchange event with Tokyo (how did they call that event btw i dont really remember?). However, Naoya had thought things through and decided it was best to let the matter go. He finally understood that it had simply been a mission, and perhaps Satoru hadn’t meant it that way.

After all, there was something else that mattered more—he realized he liked Choso.

He liked everything about him: his voice, his laughter, his gentleness, his hair.

God, Choso was really going to be the death of him.

But ever since he first stepped into the barrier of Tokyo Jujutsu High, Choso’s blood had felt a strange connection to this place. It weighed heavily on his mind, leaving him restless and unable to fully focus on the competition.

Naoya had beaten Nanami and gone on to fight Gojo. After that, Choso faced Geto. The four of them clashed, gradually shifting into each other’s fights. Eventually, they swapped—Choso against Gojo and Geto against Naoya. (I’d love to write more about the battle, but since this is just a plot summary… too lazy lol.)

(Couple fight, lol.)

Gojo was way out of Choso and Naoya’s league anyway; we can all guess whose team won.

But during the fight, Gojo used Blue, which terrified Choso so badly he burst into tears (yeah, he really was traumatized). Right after, Naoya immediately used his technique to yank Choso out of the attack and then yelled at him:

“Are you stupid?! Just standing there and letting him hit you! If you can’t fight, then tell me! What if you got hurt?”

“Stop crying already, geez. Just quit it!”

Gojo: “Uh, should we… do something?” Geto: “No, let them be, Shoko already found what she needed—we’ve won.” Gojo: “Hey, you guys lost!” Naoya: “What the hell! Utahime lost? She’s a third year!” Choso: “Forget it, it’s just a meaningless competition.” Naoya: “Tch, and here I trusted Utahime with the job…” Choso: “Naoya, I’m not feeling well. Why don’t you… go have lunch with Gojo and Geto? I’ll see you later this afternoon.” Naoya: “Huh? What do you mean? You’re not feeling well? Tell me—should we go see Shoko?” Choso: “Could you just leave me alone for a while, Naoya?!” Naoya: “…” Gojo: “…” Geto: “…” Choso: “Sorry. I just… have a headache. Please, let me be alone for a bit.”

With that, Choso walked away. Naoya turned his head toward Gojo and Geto, but they could only shrug. Then Gojo cheerfully threw an arm around Naoya’s shoulder and said:

“Come on, let’s go. How about we catch up for a bit? It’s been ages since we last saw each other! Lunch is on me today!”

As for Choso, it felt as though a strange thread of smoke—thin as a single strand, dark crimson—was guiding him toward the school’s cursed warehouse. He stopped in front of it, frozen for a while. The connection snapped right there, at the tightly locked door.

“What’s this boy doing here?” A woman’s voice rang out.

“AGH!” Choso jolted in fright.

“Tell me, what’s your type?”

"“Who are you?” Choso asked cautiously.

“Nuh-uh-uh, that’s my question for you first,” the woman replied lightly. Then she smiled, tilting her head. “But fine—I’m Yuki Tsukumo. Nice to meet you, kid. Now, tell me, have you seen Gojo anywhere? Last time I came by, I couldn’t find him and had to deal with someone else instead. And let me tell you, this time I’m not planning on talking to anyone else but him.”

“He’s probably at canteen or something. I’m Choso, from Kyoto Jujutsu High.”

“Then why are you here, in the cursed warehouse? Even students from this school rarely come here, let alone outsiders.”

“Sorry, I… just felt something strange. But why should I tell you?”

“Because I can get in here.” Yuki smiled, pressing a finger lightly to Choso’s lips before winking. “But don’t tell anyone you came in, alright? I need to grab a few things myself.”

With that, Yuki raised her hand and used her technique to unlock the heavy door. The moment it opened, Choso felt that crimson thread tighten around him again.

“Ahhh, I really love being a special grade sorcerer—means I can walk into the cursed warehouse without needing to be a teacher here. So, what exactly are you looking for?”

“I… don’t know.”

“Well, I can’t take things out for you, but if there’s something you need to know, I can tell you.”

Choso stepped inside, his eyes catching on a row of eight glass tubes.

“Tsukumo-san… what are these?”

Immediately, the blood in his body surged, as if it were resonating with what was sealed inside.

“Oh, that? Those are the Death Paintings.” Yuki crossed her arms, smirking faintly. “You’ve heard of Kamo Noritoshi, right? The one from 150 years ago? …blah blah blah" (you guys know the rest)

“There are nine of them, right?”

“Mm. Years ago, the Kamo clan reclaimed the eldest one. Most likely, maybe it’s still locked away somewhere in their cursed warehouse.”

Choso placed his hand against the glass of the tube.

And then—faint, trembling, yet unmistakable—he heard it.

“Aniki…”

The voices called out to him from within, echoing softly like whispers carried through blood.

Meanwhile, at the lunch area. With just the two of them alone—Gojo and Naoya.

Gojo: So~ you like Choso, huh?

Naoya: What? No!

Gojo: Don’t lie to me. Look, Six Eyes, remember? Six Eyes.

Naoya: …Fine. I admit it. But do you think I even have a chance?

Gojo: Are you kidding? Choso’s liked you since we were kids.

Naoya: Huh? He has?

Gojo: You’re really dense. It’s so obvious. Haven’t you noticed the way he looks at you?

Naoya: …I don’t know.

Gojo: Oh, Naoya~ Anyway, I’m glad you like him instead of still crushing on me or something.

Naoya: Wait—you knew I liked you!?

Gojo: Haha, of course. Naoya the cute little guy who had a crush on me~

Naoya: Don’t talk like you never liked Choso!

Gojo: Exactly! That’s why I’m really glad it’s you who likes him now.

Naoya: You’re not jealous?

Gojo’s face turned serious.

Gojo: Listen, Naoya. I did like Choso, but that’s in the past, alright? I’ve moved on, and I’m honestly happy for you two. You know why I liked him?

Naoya: Why? [raises a brow]

Gojo: Because, for little Gojo back then, he was the first person who ever gave him the feeling of a calm sea. You get it? Sure, he’s cute, handsome, beautiful body bla bla bla, but more than that—he made me feel safe, like a elder brother i've never had. And you’ve felt it too when you’re with him, right? That’s why I’m honestly happy that after all these years, his feelings might finally be returned. He deserved it. Now, i'm happy with Suguru, he's bring me so much joy when we are together, although recently he's getting a little weirder.

Naoya: Should I confess?

Gojo: Of course! What are you waiting for? Go find him and tell him!

Naoya: You’re right! I’ll do it!

Utahime: By the way… where is Choso? He’s been gone for a while.

Naoya: Yeah, you’re right… it’s been some time.

From a distance, Yuki suddenly rode up and stopped in front of them.

Yuki: Hello, kids. Which one of you is Gojo?

Gojo & Naoya: Yuki-san!?

Naoya: Let me call Choso.

Yuki: Huh? Choso? I just saw him.

Naoya: Then where is he now?

Yuki: He left.

Naoya: Left? Where to?

Yuki: Headed home, obviously. Already on his way to the station.

Naoya: What? Why? The competition isn’t even over yet!

Yuki just shrugged.

Yuki: Don’t ask me. I talked to him for a bit, and then he cried… said he was going home.

Naoya and Gojo locked eyes with each other.

Ever since that trip to Tokyo Jujutsu High, Choso had been absent from school for a whole month. Naoya went to ask the Kamo clan about him, but they only said that Choso was seriously ill, needed rest, and no one should come visit.

When he finally returned, Choso still talked to Naoya as usual, but every now and then he seemed a little distracted, as if his mind was somewhere else. Naoya tried to ask, but Choso never answered anything about what had happened at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

From then on, Choso often went back to Tokyo High. Whenever Naoya asked to come along, Choso told him not to follow. When Naoya asked who he was meeting, Choso would casually reply: “Gojo.”

In reality, there was no Gojo at all.

But since this week Choso had used the exact same excuse again, Naoya had no choice but to call Gojo.

Naoya: “Why the hell is Choso hanging out with you every weekend?!”

Gojo: “WTF? Where did you even get that? I haven’t seen him at all lately. I’ve got a lot on my plate these days, could you not start something with me out of nowhere? My head’s already killing me.”

Naoya: “What could possibly give our Six Eyes a headache?”

Gojo: “…Suguru. He killed his parents.”

Naoya: “What? For real? …But anyway, if you’re not meeting Choso, I’m hanging up now.”

And so, one weekend, Naoya secretly followed Choso. He discovered that Choso wasn’t doing anything at all—just sitting outside the storage house. The boy sat there with his arms wrapped around his knees.

With no other choice, Naoya finally revealed himself and asked Choso what was going on.

Choso said that he had learned the truth about his own identity: he was half-human, half-cursed spirit—the eldest of the Death Paintings. His younger brothers were inside, sealed within those test tubes, and he had been communicating with them through his blood. That month-long absence was because he had gone to confront the clan head, demanding answers about his true origins and whether there was a way to reclaim all the test tubes, to give his brothers normal bodies again. And… he might have gotten a bit physical, so the punishment he received was only natural. As he spoke of all this, tears began to spill from Choso’s eyes.

Naoya felt… strange. Yet at the same time, he sympathized. Sitting down in front of Choso, he reached out to wipe the tears from his face. Choso leaned into Naoya’s hand, and the two of them kissed.

Afterward, Naoya confessed his feelings to Choso, and Choso accepted. The two decided to keep their relationship a secret, never letting either of their clans know.

They pretty happily actually. No one in the clan know their secret relationship until…

When Choso and Naoya were 28 years old,

Kenjaku, inside Geto’s body, approached Choso and told him there was a way to bring two of his eight brothers back to life. The condition was that Choso had to cooperate with him during the Shibuya Incident. At first, Choso didn’t believe him, but after seeing what Mahito was capable of, he agreed—without realizing that he would end up facing Gojo during the Shibuya Incident.

Later, Eso and Kechizu were given bodies, only to be killed by Yuji, exactly as in the canon storyline. Because of the loss of Eso and Kechizu, Choso shifted from merely cooperating with Kenjaku to becoming a true curse user.

He kept all of this a secret from Naoya.

On the day the Shibuya Incident began, for the first time in his life, Choso killed innocent people and cooperated in the attack on Gojo Satoru.

As a result, Choso was charged with collusion and the deaths of 50 people, facing a death sentence if captured. When Naoya heard this news—on top of losing his claim to succession—he nearly lost his mind. He immediately set out to find his lover, as well as Megumi and Yuji.

But what shocked him was that Choso had now taken Yuji’s side. At first, Naoya tried to reason with him:

“Choso, just forget Yuji, okay? Come back with me. I have a way to make the higher-ups pardon you. You only need to come back to me.”

“I won’t leave Yuji alone.”

No matter how much Naoya pleaded, Choso wouldn’t listen, and Naoya finally snapped:

“If you want to protect Yuji, then I can’t protect you anymore! Just die with him then!”

"Leave me alone, this has nothing to do with you anymore. I’m a criminal, Naoya—don’t get yourself involved with me."

After that, they fought each other, and Naoya lost. However, Yuuta arrived and knocked Choso unconscious.

After hearing that news, Choso was really worried about Yuji. Naoya doesn’t have a good reputation and also, he knows that Yuji already has a crush on somebody else. He doesn’t want Yuji to be a part of the mess of those big, rotten clans. Choso only thinks about 2 ways: he is going to kill Naoya or substitute Yuji when no one notices.

But when he dressed as a ninja and tried the first option in the middle of the night, he injured his own waist because Naoya had a knife. But how can he know? Sleep with a knife under the pillow? Crazy. He was going to try again but after that event, Naoya hired 2 bodyguards for himself so that Choso can’t risk his life for that anymore. (yeah, he can become a murder when it comes to his brother)

The wedding went smoothly. When it ended, Naoya told Yuji to go to their bridal chamber first and continue to celebrate with sake.

In the bridal chamber, Choso sneaks in and changes clothes with Yuji (lucky that naoya dont care about yuji that much to give him some bodyguards around). Choso gives Yuji money and some medicine to go through a rut. “Get out of here as fast as possible and a blonde woman will wait for you outside, her name is Tsukumo Yuki. Remember, never let any Kamo see you again.”

“Will you be alright?”

“I will, believe me, just like usual. Remember to send me some letter.”

After Yuji left, Choso came to the mirror to check on the makeup. In fact, no one in Zenin knows what Yuji looks like even in the wedding ‘cause there is so much makeup on his face. Him and Yuji are siblings, so they’re a little lookalike. Right now, Choso just needs to do a bride's makeup and cover the mark on his face. Omega rarely have permission to go outside so maybe he will be fine.

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After long time waiting on the bed, Naoya finally come in.

Choso look at him and have to admit that Naoya is really charming.

“Don’t you know how to serve your husband huh? Come here and help me with this clothes”

Choso doesn’t like to be mistreated like that but in this situation, there’s no reason for him to make things worse.

“Forgive me, I will do it right now.” Choso pretend to be good.

Then Choso start to undress him one by one until there’s a nagajuban. Naoya staring at him then said: “Good, then prepare some clothes for me, I want to take a bath.”

Choso do what he told.

“Hmm, I like you already Yuji, I like one with good manners and obedient attitude. Recently some of those woman are so out of control and crazy. They think they’re strong.”

“Maybe that’s because they don’t have your protection.” Choso said it flattering.

“What do you mean?” Naoya looked at him full of interest.

Choso gave him the clothes that had been folded perfectly.

“Since I’m your wife, I can live under your care and have nothing to fight for, so that I can be virtuous. As my husband, you can protect me at all cost right Naoya-sama?”

In fact, Choso want to die when he have to force himself to said that.

Naoya continues to stare at him curiously: “I’m surprised that Kamo has someone like you. Really know how to manipulate people huh. Wonder what other things you can do with that mouth.”

Choso went silence, ignore the lewd comments, try not to be offend

“Join me in the bath — and do it properly.”

Choso feels something isn't right but he do anyway. Then Naoya take him to the hot spring.

“Ah shiet the Zenin have their own hot spring? Why didn't Kamo have any?” Choso think. But also a little worried about his makeup. Must be careful with his face to not touch the water.

Naoya take off all his clothes and his body is sooo well-built 😭 Naoya soaked in the water, while Choso knelt on the shore to serve. Choso placed his hands on the Naoya’s shoulders and began to massage gently.

“You’re 19 right?”

“Yes, I’m the youngest out of four”

“How’s your oldest brother doing? I have heard that he’s a black sheep in family, right?”

Choso stop for a moment when Naoya ask about ‘him’.

“Why does Naoya-sama care about my brother? Don’t you have anything else to ask me instead?”

“Well, I AM asking about you, right Yuji, or may I say, Choso?”

Without waiting for Choso’s reaction, Naoya seized the wrist that had been massaging his shoulders and pulled him into the water.

And because of that, Choso’s makeup was totally ruined. Choso knows he can’t keep this secret anymore, he forced his expression back to calm.

“How can you figure it out?” Choso furrowed his brows.

“From the very first step I took into our room, I released my pheromones—yet you showed no reaction. Only beta can’t smell. Since the Kamo clan would never risk their reputation by falsely declaring Yuji an Omega, you can’t be Yuji. But this morning Yuji was real. Let’s guess, someone is a beta, similar face, can sneak into our wedding room without handmaidens' notice. Bingo, that’s you, Choso. Glad to see you again, it's been a while huh?”

“Only a few years” Choso said with a steady voice, stepped out of the hot spring and Naoya just let him.

“About 10 years actually, and that’s not a few. I still remember how you were just a beta, yet still managed to beat me in the hunting contest and take second place. I had prepared well for the next Spring Contest to reclaim my honor, but you never showed up.”

“Try to beat that Gojo’s honored one then. I’m not interested in that stupid contest.”

“And I don’t interested in beating Satoru, he’s overpowered. Believe me, I’ve tried since the day I met him.”

“What are u gonna do next? Tattle to the elders about me?” He curled his lips into a mocking smile.

“I don’t know. Maybe send my people to search for Yuji first, then we can talk about it. I know you din’t care about the Kamo clan. That’s why you leave, right, my darling”

Naoya smile in satisfaction when Choso finally drooped his indifferent face, his face now twisted with anger and weariness.

““What do you want? Don’t even think about hurting my brother.”

“What do I want?” Naoya sighs. “All I ever wanted was a cute, obedient wife and a few kids with my gorgeous eyes. But thanks to you, that dream’s gone.”

“You can get a new wife anytime you want. Stop being so dramatic.”

“Oh, I know I can,” he smirks. “But right now, toying with you is way more fun.”

Tch.

“Don’t be so upset, my love. It is still our wedding night, isn’t it?”

Choso gave him an annoyed look.

“You can go back to our room now. I will sleep in my own room.”

Despite all the tension between them, Naoya still ordered him to return before he finish the bath.

"No. You must return to the bridal chamber and sleep with me tonight. I won’t allow even the slightest doubt about me and this relationship." Choso said curtly, then turned and walked away from the hot spring, not giving Naoya a chance to speak.

Just before Choso disappeared from sight, Naoya called out one last line:

“You can’t tell me what to do. I go by my own rules.”

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Choso ofc don’t want to sleep with this new arrogant husband but think about what will the Zenin think about him when they see they sleep in separate rooms. Maybe he just wants a quiet life here: to be a wife, let Naoya marry a few Omegas to have children, and then steal one of them to raise as her own.

Or get divorce, he can’t tell. But imagine the chaos after that divorce.

“"Have you slept?"

"No, but I thought you wouldn't come here."

“I can't let my wife be alone on our wedding night. That wouldn't be appropriate. My father would complain a lot. And after all, I'm afraid you'd stay up waiting for me too late and end up tired for the meeting with him tomorrow morning”

Choso shrugs his shoulders: “Fair enough. You can sleep anywhere you want, I recommend the floor.”

“The bed is large enough for 2 of us and even 2 more in case I want to spice thing up.”

Choso gave up. He realized that talking to this man wouldn’t help at all.

The two of them lay with their backs to each other. Choso fell asleep first.

Only after Choso was asleep did Naoya lift himself up to look at Choso’s sleeping face. He stared for a while, then blushed and chuckled quietly, as if butterflies were fluttering in his stomach.

Who would’ve guessed that the stunning young man from back then would now be lying so close beside him—so close that he could even smell the scent of mugwort on Choso. (The Kamo family was known for their medicine, and Choso often worked with mugwort since he was a kid)

That year, Choso was around thirteen when he showed up at the Spring Festival Competition (held by the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin clans) with a rather unhappy expression. Everyone noticed the black markings on his face and whispered about them a little. Naoya, who saw him walking beside Kamo Noritoshi, guessed he was the next heir and couldn’t help but observe him a bit more. His face looked a little tired and indifferent, but those fine features couldn’t be hidden—he would definitely grow into a very handsome man.

It was actually Naoya’s second year attending the Spring Festival, while it was Choso’s first. While Naoya’s father was talking with Noritoshi, he casually pushed Choso toward Naoya and said, “You two should get to know each other.”

But no matter how hard Naoya tried to start a conversation, Choso would never say more than one words: “Yes,” “No,” or “Personal.” At the time, Naoya didn’t think too highly of him—a Beta, quiet, always with an attitude. He couldn’t imagine what the Kamo clan would become if that guy ever became the clan leader.

Later, the Gojo clan arrived, and Satoru immediately walked over and put his arm around Naoya’s shoulder.

“My sweet little Naoya, who’s this? Introduce me, will you?”

“Choso Kamo. Nice to meet you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.” Choso replied, then walked away without hesitation.

Satoru looked confused. “What’s up with that? Is my face that ugly?”

“He’s just not friendly. But yeah, you’re ugly too.” Naoya shrugged, then smiled confidently. “This time, I’m definitely going to beat you in the hunting.” “Why don’t you try beating me in poetry or chess for once?”

“You know I don’t care for words.”

The three of them, along with other kids from noble families around their age, entered the designated hunting grounds. Most of the animals were harmless ones or birds. Each arrow had the shooter’s name carved into its tail, and there were scorekeepers counting the kills. Points were given based on how difficult the animal was to hunt.

While Naoya was casually hunting, he noticed some movement in the bushes. Thinking it was just a rabbit, he raised his bow and shot. A sharp, painful cry rang out. When he pulled the bush apart, he realized it was a tiger cub.

“Why is there a tiger in the hunting area...?”

Before he could figure it out, a loud roar came from behind him. He barely had time to react before a full-grown tiger leapt at him.

“Fuck!”

Naoya instinctively shut his eyes and raised his arms to cover himself. But after a few seconds, he heard the tiger let out a painful roar. When he opened his eyes, Choso was standing in front of him, facing the growling tiger. The indifference in Choso’s eyes was gone—now, they were filled with killing intent.

GRAAWR!

The tiger pounced toward Choso.

“Hey, watch out!” Naoya shouted.

But before he could finish, Choso swiftly dodged to the side, pulled a dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed it straight into the tiger’s neck artery. The beast collapsed onto the ground, convulsing.

Blood splattered on Choso’s face and clothes, making Naoya freeze in shock. Choso’s movements were too fast, too ruthless. Naoya didn’t want to admit it, but… that was kind of cool. As the tiger lay dying, Choso picked up the cub and gently placed it next to the mother.

Wow, that was... oddly touching.

Thunk!

Choso stabbed an arrow with his name into the mother tiger’s body.

“What are you doing?!” Naoya asked, surprised. That had just been a moving moment.

“I’m the one who killed it, I’d win”

Nah, I’d win

Wtf why does this Kamo lowkey sound like the Gojo’s one.

"Why is there a tiger in here?"

"There was also a bear, but someone probably already took it down."

Choso finally started talking more to Naoya. His voice was low and rather warm.

"How do you know there was a bear?"

"I saw one earlier and ran. It was way too big for me."

"And the tiger wasn’t?"

"A bit better. Bears have thicker fur and are a lot stronger. They tend to stand upright when fighting, so it would’ve been harder to kill it like this." "How do you know the bear is dead?"

"I heard it roar. You didn’t hear that? No idea who killed it either."

Choso looked down at the two tigers, then turned to Naoya and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Good thing I showed up, or you’d be dead by now." Choso teased him while wiping the blood off his face with a cloth.

"Hey, I totally could’ve taken that tiger down! I was just caught off guard!" Naoya puffed up like a defensive cat.

"There will ALWAYS be something that catches you off guard. Better get used to it." Choso gave a small smile.

"Besides medicine, does the Kamo clan also train you to fight tigers?"

"Knowing their anatomy is how you kill them. No need to wrestle—just hit the vital spots."

“Huh, interesting. Kinda surprising that a beta like you is this strong.”

“I have to be strong. I’ve got little brothers to protect.”

“Brothers?”

Naoya couldn’t figure out why, but the moment those words were mentioned, Choso’s whole face lit up. Without even thinking, he launched into a ramble:

“I’ve got three little brothers! They’re all super cute. Two of them share the same mom with me, and the youngest has a different mom, but I love them all the same…”

Naoya was caught off guard by this sudden burst of warmth, and his heart skipped a beat. Choso’s face, when filled with joy, fully revealed how beautiful he really was. His eyes squinted into happy slits, and the laughter in his voice was impossible to hide…

“Come on, the hunting time’s almost over. Walk with me, I’ll tell you the rest.”

Choso grabbed his hand and tugged him along. That hand had a few calluses.

Naoya’s face turned bright red. Why did it feel so hot today?

When the results were announced, it turned out that the bear had been taken down by Gojo Satoru, earning him first place. Choso came second, followed by Naoya. Though he felt a little resentful toward Choso, Naoya had to accept it.

However, after that spring, even though Naoya looked forward to seeing Choso again, the chance never came. Choso simply vanished, leaving behind a strange sense of emptiness. Who would believe in love at first sight anyway? It wasn't even the stirring bond between an Alpha and an Omega—yet somehow, the way Choso had randomly appeared in his life left an unexpectedly deep mark.

Naoya could never forget that moment when they stepped out of the forest: the sunlight shining brightly across Choso’s face, making his strands of hair shimmer, and the vast sky stretching endlessly above them… as if it had swallowed up his otherwise dull and lonely soul.

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Now just some other things about this AU

- After escaping with Yuki, Itadori cut his hair shorter and dyed it pink. He also changed his name to Itadori Yuji and lived a normal life with Todo then got married to an Alpha (whoever you guys want then =)) ) . None of the Kamo clan members who happened to see him recognized him.

- Choso managed to hide the fact that he wasn’t the real Yuji for a whole year, but was eventually found out because the Zenin family noticed there was still no child from the marriage. They summoned a doctor to check his pulse—and discovered he was a beta.

- In the past, Naoya was often criticized by outsiders for being arrogant and looking down on others, but Choso truly changed that side of him after just one year of marriage. Because he had such a positive influence on Naoya, the Zenin family decided to let Choso stay—even though he had already wanted a divorce.

- Most of the time, Choso didn’t care about competing for the Zenin family’s heir position. But whenever Naoya threw a little tantrum, Choso would find a way to help him (because too annoy). In fact, Choso was quite good at reading people and politics—he just couldn't be bothered to care. (After all, he had once received the education of a future heir to the Kamo clan.)

- Choso wasn't strictly controlled like other Omegas or wives in the Zenin clan. Ever since his true identity was revealed, the family let him go wherever he pleased.

- In fact, Naobito was rather fond of this daughter-in-law. He didn’t mind not having a grandchild—he had plenty of children anyway.

- Choso realized his feelings for Naoya two years into their marriage. However, in truth, he'd already started falling for him just a few months after the wedding—he was just a bit slow when it came to matters of the heart.

- Occasionally, the four Kamo brothers would secretly meet up outside.

- Kamo Noritoshi poisoned Choso’s mother because she “don’t know how to gave birth” since she just gave birth to beta. That’s the reason why Choso deeply resents his father and has always defied him.

- Naoya never knew that the one who intended to kill him that night was Choso.

- They first had sex six months after getting married.

- Gojo Satoru always teases them whenever they meet, pain in the ass for real

- Yuki was Choso’s ex-lover, but they never became a couple due to their different outlooks on life — Yuki was the adventurous type, while Choso preferred stability, peace, and being close to his younger brothers

- I wrote this fic while I was high

- Naoya likes obedient people, but if it’s Choso, then anything goes.

- Choso’s first impression of Naoya: Talks too much. His current impression: Still talks too much, but hot.

Izuna: You don’t have a crush on anyone right now, right?

Madara: Yeah, what's up?

Izuna: Well... I just met this person also from our company, and I lowkey want to set you two up.

Madara: Seriously? Hell yeah, dad's been breathing down my neck about getting a partner anyway.

Izuna: Hehe, he’s super nice, tall, handsome—

Madara: Wait, he's a "he" ???

Izuna: Yeah... Oh- Ohhhhh wait, you’re not gay?

Madara: We literally share the same genes?! How the fuck did you assume I was gay?!

Izuna: I mean... you've never liked a single girl since we were kids, so I just thought...

Madara: *fuming* I can't with you.

Izuna: Alright fine, sowwy~ I guess I'll just cancel the date with Hashirama then.

Madara: Hashirama? Hashirama Senju? You tried to set me up with Hashirama from sales?!

Izuna: Yeah? I recently befriended the Senju brothers. Hashirama is sweet, smiles a lot, and really knows how to take care of people. Is that not okay? Why do you look even more pissed off now?

Madara: ... No, I just thought if you were gonna set me up with someone, it’d be Tobirama from planning. *mumbling* He’s more pretty anyway...

Izuna: Ahhhh Tobirama... Uhhhh he’s not really your type. Plus, he's like, crazy smart—

Madara: Excuse me? Are you implying I'm not smart?!

Izuna: No, I mean your personalities are basically the same, you guys would crash and burn. Besides, Tobirama is always drowned in work, he wouldn’t even bat an eye at you.

Madara: The fuck you mean he wouldn't bat an eye—

Hashirama: Oh, hey Izuna. What's up Madara. What are y'all talking about?

Izuna: Ah, perfect timing. Madara won't be able to meet you this weekend after all.

Hashirama: See, I told you, Madara isn’t gay.

Izuna: It's his fault for never having a girlfriend, it was an honest mistake!

Hashirama: Haha, totally opposite from my little bro. I thought he was straight as an arrow, but out of nowhere, he came out as gay to the whole family a few years back. My parents literally beat me up afterwards, claiming I corrupted him.

Hashirama: Honestly, if Madara was gay and agreed to the blind date with me but didn't feel it, I was actually planning to introduce him to Tobi too. Though knowing Tobi, he'd probably completely ignore Madara anyway.

Madara: Excuse me- No, what the fuck is wrong with me that your brother wouldn't notice me?!

*click* (door opens)

Tobirama: Yo Izuna, help me look at this—

Madara: If I want Tobirama, I can ABSOLUTELY pull Tobirama, okay!!

Tobirama: ...Huh?

Hashirama: Huh?

Izuna: Huh?

3.

Mdr and Hsrm used to be roommates renting an apartment together, but once Izn and Tbrm started uni, both pairs moved to different rooms with their respective younger brothers. Though they’re still living in the exact same apartment complex.

4.

Izuna is the type to join literally every single extracurricular activity, hobby club, and sports club out there. Basically, he changes his pfp every few days just to promote some school event lol.

Tbrm only joins 2 clubs. 1 is scientific research club, and the other is debating club (?). Actually, he’s technically in the plant-lovers club too (Hsrm forced him), but he’s barely active there.

Mdr: Clubs are a massive waste of time, I'm out.

Hsrm: The plant-lovers club is about to get disbanded by the school, send help (understaffed)

5.

Tbrm usually rarely drinks coffee, but one day he went to buy some, saw Izuna looking cute as hell, so he kept coming back to buy coffee just to strike up a conversation lmao. As for Izuna, the moment he laid eyes on Tbrm, he fell instantly. Like, damn, this guy looks so smart, nerdy, and serving that forbidden-fruit intellectual vibe fr.

6.

Izuna has this terrible habit of dumping a metric fuckton of sugar into everything and just cannot fix it, so he got fired from the café after just one month. When Tbrm found out, he was devastated lol.

Like, no Izuna?, im out. So he quit going too. Meanwhile, Izuna - just to see Tobirama - was thick-skinned enough to show up at the café that fired his ass right on time every day to order drinks, but he couldn't even see the white-hair guy there anymore.

8.

After getting kicked out of the café, Izuna started building his brand as a hot influencer on IG (along with game streaming to bait donations).

One day, Tobirama walks into class and happens to sit next to Madara in the front row. Madara is a senior who is 2 years older than Tobi, but because he flunked a class, he has to retake it with the juniors.

Tbrm spots Madara watching a game livestream during class. And wait... isn't the person on screen Izuna!??? Turns out he quit the café job just to become a gaming streamer!?? So Tbrm also starts lurking on the streaming platform and only follows Izuna, waiting to camp his stream whenever he goes live. Izn goes live almost every single night lmao.

Hsrm, seeing his precious, straight-A, model-student younger brother using a gaming livestream as white noise while studying: "?????? Does university really change a person like this?"

Mdr watches anonymously and always drops fat donations to support his little bro since he notices Izn streaming inside the house.

When Tbrm followed him, Izn had just started out, so he wasn't famous yet. He particularly remembered the names of two fans: "when will this scientific research be fucking done?" (Tbrm’s username) and "go on my little brother i love you" who always donated and commented. Izn knew one of them was Madara but pretended not to know, he loves his big bro so much.

As for who the other guy was, he had no clue, but back when Izn only had a handful of viewers, that guy talked to him a lot.

Uh, and about the fact that he later finds out the guy who supported his streams since year one turns out to be his current boyfriend... well, we'll talk about that later.

9.

If you guys are wondering why they live in the same apartment complex but never bumped into each other, it’s because:

- Izuna is always out, especially at cafés and event venues - Tobirama can only be found in three places: 1 is the classroom, 2 is the school library, and 3 is his rented room.

Basically, they never cross paths.

10.

Until one day, there's a power outage in the complex. Mdr invites Izn over to Hsrm’s place because both their phones are dying, and Hsrm’s room has a generator (which Tbrm often uses for his semiconductor practical research).

That’s when they finally meet again.

Tbrm: "Oh, Izuna?" Izuna: "Oh?" Hsrm + Mdr: "You guys know each other?" Izuna: "Tobirama used to buy coffee at my shop all the time. How come I haven't seen you around these past few months? Found a shop that brews better than me?" Tbrm: "I don't even like coffee." Izuna: "You don't like it but you bought it every single day back then?" Tbrm: sweating nervously "I had a lot of work back then, so I was forced to drink it to stay awake."

11.

Izuna is internally screaming with joy cuz he can finally ask for his number to flirting etc. etc. lol.

But Tbrm is always super busy, so he usually takes 2-3 hours to reply to texts.

In the beginning, Izuna thought Tbrm didn't like him. Until he accidentally heard Madara mention that Hsrm was complaining about how Tbrm never replies to texts and just drops a "liked" reaction meaning "acknowledged". That's when Izn realized he actually means a lot to Tbrm, because even if it takes half a day to reply, Tbrm never misses a single text.

12.

Izuna dresses up so well when going out, takes photos for IG, and he’s so handsome that he became super popular; his fashion sense is top-tier. But normally when going to school, he just throws on a hoodie (winter) or a graphic tee (summer) with long pants, not bothering to dress up at all.

Tobirama doesn’t really pay attention to how to look fashionable. He just wears a turtleneck with a fur-collared overcoat (winter), and in the summer, he wears a tank top inside with a button-up shirt thrown over it (sometimes he still wears t-shirts).

There's a high chance Madara is extremely extra with his outfits, but I don't know enough about fashion to describe it.

Hsrm is probably similar to Tobi, cuz if you let him style himself, it’s gonna look goofy as hell.

13.

Because he wears clothes well, Izuna gets sent a ton of stuff by fashion brands to try on. But since he’s only 1m76, sometimes they send sizes that are a bit too big (who told him to look so tall in his IG pics). And since he takes on sponsor jobs, he gradually rolls in cash.

Meanwhile, Madara is a financial analysis prodigy. He already got a pretty well-paid internship at a well-known company, all his investments yield insane profits, and he has plenty of pocket money every month. He also makes money from managing people's personal finances. Basically, he is sharp as a tack when it comes to the market.

Tobirama basically doesn’t have a part-time job; he just gets monthly allowance from his parents, which is just enough to get by. Plus, Tobi gets royalties from scientific papers, payments for doing scientific paper commissions, and all kinds of scholarships, so he's never short on cash. He even takes some out to buy stocks for long-term asset accumulation. He also not about that overconsuming lifestyle, so he only buys the necessities.

As for Hashirama, he doesn’t have a part-time job either, but since he’s the eldest son, he’s super spoiled - if he’s short on cash, he just asks and his parents give it to him. The Senju family isn't lacking money anyway, not to mention med school is way too busy for a part-time job. Tobi doesn't even bother to be jealous about his brother being more spoiled or anything. It's just that this man, whenever he gets money, buys stupidly cute things online and stacks them up, filling the whole apartment, which is annoying as hell.

14.

Any clothes that are too baggy or too long, Izuna will bring them over for Tobirama to wear. And because little Tobirama has such a gorgeous physique, Izuna is incredibly jealous. He’s both jealous and thinking, "Wow, why is my crush so perfect? Is there anything this man can't do?"

(Madara: "Are you forgetting someone who also need new clothes here?" Izn: "You're only like 2cm taller than me, they will not fit." Madara: "Oh, so it's not because you're thirsty to please that Senju kid?" Izn: "..." Madara: "Hmph, situationship, no label." Izn: "...Stop rubbing salt in my wounds.")

15.

So both of them are down bad for each other but neither has the balls to confess. Izuna wants Tbrm to make the first move, plus knowing his chaotic ass, he probably finds the whole situationship/talking stage fun as hell lmao. Meanwhile, Tbrm genuinely thinks Izuna isn't into him, so he’s terrified of making a move and ruining the friendship.

16.

Until one day, Tbrm comes over to their apartment, but not to see Izuna - he’s there to see Madara. Even though Izn knows damn well that Tbrm is only there to ask about investment stuff and market experience, seeing the two of them glued together, staring at the same laptop screen, makes him lose his mind with jealousy.

Izuna starts doing the absolute most to grab Tbrm’s attention, but Tbrm is locked in and completely ignores him. On the other hand, Madara is paying full attention to his little bro's antics and keeps asking him what the hell is wrong with him.

And every single time Madara loses focus, Tobirama visibly gets annoyed lol. He literally snaps: "Focus so we can get this done quickly. Your brother is a grown man, leave him alone. Izuna, can you please be quiet?"

Tobirama is scolding me… because of Madara??! Izuna instantly deflates like a sad, pouty kitten, quietly sulking on the sofa. He keeps shooting wronged, teary-eyed glares at Tobirama. Even though Madara doesn't say anything out loud, he reads Izuna's expressions like an open book and finally puts two and two together => his little bro is jealous. So, Mdr takes initiative and tells Tbrm to stay over for dinner after they're done.

Usually, with Tbrm’s introverted personality, he’d decline instantly, but since he’s secretly keeping an eye on Izuna, he actually agrees kkk. (Hashirama back at their place: "Wait, then where am I supposed to eat dinner tonight?" / Tobirama: "Not my problem.")

Cut to later that day, Tobirama is doing the dishes for the Uchiha brothers. Madara just stepped out to buy some groceries, so Izuna seizes the moment and straight up ambushes Tbrm with a back hug. Tobirama completely freezes mid-wash, his face turning red.

Izuna: "Hey, what are we exactly?" Tobirama: "Best friends?" Izuna: "Wrong. From now on, you're my boyfriend." Tobirama: "…huh?" Izuna: "I mean, I like you. I've liked you since the moment I saw you at the café." Izuna: "So... yes or no?"

When saying that, Izuna rubs his nose against Tobi’s neck and internally screams "he smells so good." And well, we all know damn well Tbrm is going to say yes, heh

Meanwhile, Madara checking the home security camera from his phone: "…Is Hashirama gonna murder Izuna for stealing his brother?" Madara: "…Whatever, let's help them hide it from Hashirama for now."

17.

So after they start dating, whenever Izuna does his gaming livestreams, he’ll demand Tobirama sit right next to him to study, just out of the camera's blind spot. And every time Izuna dies in-game, he’ll just reach over and fiddle with Tobirama’s thigh to calm his angry ass down lmao.

But during one stream, Tbrm accidentally leans into the frame, and the chat straight up blows up:

[ Omg wtf who is that handsome guy?? ] [ Is he Izuna's friend? ] [ Does he have a girlfriend yet? ] [ Drop his information rn plz ]

Izuna: jealous as hell Tobirama did not get a peaceful night's sleep after that

18.

The next morning, Izuna hard-launched their relationship by posting a photo with Tobirama on Insta, officially.

But instead of going viral because Izuna is gay, the whole fanbase literally broke because Tobirama is just too goddamn handsome. Like, unreal, ethereal visual. Crimson phoenix eyes, white hair, sharp-ass jawline - bro literally walked straight out of a anime or something??

And then netizens started doing their FBI work and found out this man is a literal campus god. His academic records are absolutely insane - always ranked 1st, bagging every single scholarship available, and having a whole stack of high-impact scientific research papers under his belt??

So the comments instantly flipped from "You thought having a pretty face was enough to date our baby Izuna?" to "Izuna, what love poision did you use? Asking for a friend"

Even Izuna’s girlfriend fans could only cry in silence with their hearts shattered to pieces lol. Like, how can you even compete with a THAT? Couldn't even find a reason to hate on him ughh

19.

This will be about their sex life. Izuna top and Tobirama bottom if you don't like it you can skip this part.

Izuna always takes thirst traps and sends them to Tbrm. And honestly, this man is so gorgeous it's unfair - every single pic looks hot as fuck, especially when he bites or licks his lips. (Tbrm: my bf is too hot, send help)

Izuna always takes advantage of the nights when Hashirama is on night duty at the hospital to ask Madara for permission to sneak over and "hang out." Madara, knowing it's just young people being young people, just turns a blind eye and lets it slide. After all, it's not like Izuna is the one losing out here.

Thankfully, Hsrm doesn’t install security cameras inside the house like Madara does, so these two literally do it everywhere - from the bedroom to the living room, the dining room, and the bathroom. Izuna just lives for that kind of thrill, hehe~

Izuna likes to record short videos while they’re doing it so he can watch them later when he’s masturbating.

Tobirama actually thoroughly enjoys the sex, but he rarely initiates. And the moment he tries to take charge, Izuna immediately takes the reins back because his impatient ass just can't wait.

Tobirama is actually weak for dirty talk even though it makes him shy as hell every single time. But Izuna's voice is just pure seduction; sometimes just hearing those filthy words is enough to get Tobi instantly hard. Tobirama serves major forbidden-fruit/abstinent vibes, but Izuna knows exactly how to push his buttons.

Sometimes Izuna plays some "naughty pranks" while Tbrm is on a group study video call online. Tbrm not really like that, but every time he sees Izuna pout with teary puppy eyes, he just gives up and lets him do whatever the hell he wants.

On days when they don’t have morning classes the next day, these two can go at it until dawn. They just do it, cuddle and rest for a bit, and then go for another round. Ah, youth....

Tobirama is obsessed with biting and leaving hickeys.

Meanwhile, Izuna loves shoving his fingers into Tbrm’s mouth while they’re fucking because his tongue is just so soft

Izn bought a sex toy as a "gift" right before he had to leave for a one-week volunteer trip. While he was away, he even demanded Tbrm record a video of himself masturbating with it for him to watch.

From the very beginning, Izn was never the shy type when it came to sex, so they officially hit the sheets after just one month of dating. Even though both were virgins, Izuna had watched enough sex-ed videos to know exactly what to do.

Tobirama regularly does pull-ups at home, so his chest is pretty buff. Even though it's not as massive as Hsrm's or Mdr's, Izuna is absolutely obsessed with sucking and licking it.

Izuna tries to teach Tbrm how to ride him, but before Tobi can even bounce a few times, Izuna’s impatient ass always starts thrusting his hips up anyway.

20.

Are you kidding me? Does anyone know the struggle of solo-carrying 5 research papers in 1 year while having a supervisor who basically ghosted him mid-project? It’s pure pain.

So Izuna finally decided to petition the uni for a supervisor swap. He couldn't bear watching Madara carry the entire family business on his back for another year. Luckily, his request was approved, and he just got the email for his new academic supervisor. Without wasting a second, Izuna fired off a greeting.

He tried stalking the guy on social media, but there was zero info, so he figured it was just some old dude with no social media presence. But when he searched for the name on academic forums and university journals, the guy was everywhere on his major.

Izuna’s jaw literally hit the floor when he saw the productivity levels. 20 research papers published in a single year?? With that kind of insane KPI-grinding energy, there's no way he'll leave me hanging like the last supervisor, right? - at least, that's what Izuna thinks.

It was only then that Izuna noticed just how many of the papers he’d referenced actually featured this guy’s name. I mean, the academic world is massive, but when you're in the same research field, you're bound to cross paths eventually - Izuna had just somehow managed to let the name "Tobirama" slip his mind for a moment.

To: [email protected] Subject: Master's Research Supervision - Izuna Uchiha Dear Mr.Tobirama, I’m Izuna Uchiha, currently a Master’s student in the Business Administration department. The university has assigned you as my new supervisor to help me wrap up my upcoming research project. Would it be possible to get your contact info so we can discuss the details more easily? Looking forward to working with you! Best regards, Izuna To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Master's Research Supervision - Izuna Uchiha Here is my number, 08XX-XX-XXX.

"Huh, ice cold," Izuna thought as he added the supervisor’s number to his contacts and started texting.

Izu: Hey, it's Izuna! I sent you an email a few hours ago. Attached is the outline for my next research topic. Hope you can look it over and give me the green light! Also, if you're free, I’d love to meet up in person to discuss this further.

Tobirama Senju: Hello. Your topic has a solid foundation, but there are still several issues that need addressing. And sure, we can meet. I'm free this Saturday afternoon—I'll point out your mistakes then.

Izu: Great! Let’s meet at the cafe near campus; they have a pretty chill workspace.

Huh, stone cold, aren't we?" Izuna thought as he added the professor's number to his contacts and started typing.

Izuna: Hello, it's Izuna I sent you an email a few hours ago I’m attaching a quick draft of the research topic I'm planning to dive into Hope you can take a look and let me know if it’s a go Also, if you're down, I’d love to meet up in person to go over the details Tobirama Senju: Hello The foundation of your topic is decent, but there are still quite a few issues with it. And sure, we can meet. I’m free this Saturday afternoon, I'll point out your mistakes then. Izuna: Great! Let’s meet at that cafe near campus. They have a pretty chill workspace area.

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Izuna’s life was officially flipped upside down the moment they met.

Seriously, someone needs to explain to him how a guy who spends all his time buried in books - to the point of cranking out 20 papers a year- can be this damn hot??? He looks like a total rebel with that white hair and those three face tattoos!!! Like, how old is he even?? And more importantly, is he single?

Izuna knows it’s kinda unethical to have "bad intentions" toward his own supervisor, but man, the guy is a literal snack. Izuna arrived 15 minutes early to be polite, and when Tobirama just casually sat down across from him, Izuna honestly thought the cafe was out of seats and was about to shoo him away. Then Tobi just goes: "Hello, I’m Tobirama. You're Izuna right? Have you ordered yet?"

Izuna was internally screaming like, "WTF, SINCE WHEN ARE SUPERVISORS NOT MIDDLE-AGED MEN WITH A WIFE AND THREE KIDS?!"

While listening to Tobi tear apart and explain his research proposal, Izuna actually had to start a voice recording because he was so busy staring at that face he couldn't process a single word coming out of the man's mouth.

bla bla bla, place name, proper name, backstory stuff

God, he seriously wanted to have him.

Can someone please explain why he’s so freakishly handsome and charming? He looks like the type who’d be totally celibate - this pure, untouchable "forbidden" vibe despite the rebellious hair. And his skin is so pale... Fuck... Izuna really wanted to be the one to shatter that composed, dignified exterior.

Once they finished hashing out the fundamental flaws in the research, Izuna finally piped up.

"So... you got a partner?"

Caught off guard, Tobi raised an eyebrow at the sudden, random question.

"No. Why?"

"Oh, just curious. Someone as handsome as you is still single?" Izuna said, flashing his best flirting smile. He was pretty sure no one had ever resisted that signature Uchiha charm before.

"Thanks? But what does that have to do with your scientific paper?"

"I just feel like I should get to know my supervisor a bit better~ We're gonna be working together for a long time, right?" Izuna said, "accidentally" brushing over Tobirama's hands on the table.

Tobirama frowned. "If you keep acting inappropriately like this, I’ll be requesting the university to assign you a different supervisor."

Oh, cold? Izuna was living for it. This only made him want to win this guy over even more.

"My bad. Has no one ever flirted with you like this before?"

"My previous students acted like actual students. They weren't as shameless as you."

"Believe me, you will like it."

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Other than the fact that Izuna is a relentless flirt with some seriously questionable intentions, Tobirama actually respects him from an academic standpoint. He is clearly did his homework and studied Tobi’s previous publications; he’s sharp, and supervising him is way less of a headache than dealing with the clueless undergrads back in the lecture hall.

Plus, Izuna’s ideas are actually top-tier. Getting a co-author credit as a supervisor on this paper would be a nice boost toward securing that professorship in the next decade or so.

But man, if only he’d stop trying to find every excuse to text and ask for "private meetings"...

Deep down, Tobi has to admit he’s a bit attracted to him, the guy is undeniably handsome, cute even, but the whole situation just feels... wrong. Tobirama isn't the type to cross those lines. Besides, Izuna gives off major "I only do hookups" vibes, so Tobirama isn't about to fall for those manipulative little pick-up lines.

Once the thesis was finally finished, Tobi was pretty stoked that everything had gone so smoothly; now all that was left was to wait for the final approval.

The two decided to grab a meal to celebrate and ended up downing quite a bit of booze. Izuna, with a massive grin, looked at Tobi and asked, "Now that the paper is basically done, can I finally take you out on a real date?"

"We don't even know if it's approved yet, don't get ahead of yourself. Plus, I'm way too busy for a relationship."

"You said you’re busy, you didn't say you don't like me~ That just proves you’re totally into me and you're just worried about the whole student-teacher thing. Look, just admit you like me, and the second I get my Master's degree, I’m officially coming for you."

Since the alcohol was definitely hitting, Tobi wasn't exactly thinking straight either. He stared at Izuna’s cute face for a long moment before leaning in and giving him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

(Tobi is always the one picking up and dropping off Izu for school.

If anyone talks trash about Tobi, Izu is more than ready to jump them when no one’s looking. Like, actually hitting them hard and threatening, "If you ever badmouth Tobi again, you better watch your back."

Tobi noticed that Izu never eats breakfast, so he tells Hashi to pack extra food claiming he’s still hungry, but it's actually just to give half to Izuna.

Izuna helps Tobi make friends and would never talk behind Tobi’s back (though he definitely talks crap to his face, just to mess with him))

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They kept on like that until university, even ended up in the same city. Since their university were close, their older brothers arranged for them to live together (which is Tobirama nightmare).

Izuna is a law student, while Tobi is studying business administration (?) to take over the family legacy.

Izuna's romantic history started back in high school, but by university, it became absolute chaos, he’s probably slept with almost the half school lmfao.

Basically, Izuna isn't into the whole academic grind like Tobi, so he doesn't need to study like a maniac. Since he has a really good memory and his mouth is shrewd, Law is the perfect fit for him too. He's in a major he's actually built for, so Izuna's workload isn't too heavy, yet he still has more than enough brainpower to easily bag a scholarship.

Izuna attend classes at morning, spend the afternoon reading in the library or doing club activities, and still have enough energy for texting, flirting or hitting the bars for a hookup. Meanwhile Tobirama just sleep whenever he had time.

Tobirama doesn't even bother stopping Izuna from bringing hookups back to their room, but it gets annoying as hell sometimes. He has to wear headphones and crank the volume to the max to focus on studying, to the point where his hearing is actually starting to go a bit dull.

Sometimes Tobi thinks about moving out or switching to an apartment with better soundproofing, but he's always so busy that he just forgets. Besides, even though he found it annoying at first, he eventually just got used to it.

Madara still thinks his younger brother is super innocent (poor madara). Tobi spends all his time on books and research, whereas Izu is out partying hard with fwb and ons, but he's never actually in an official relationship with anyone.

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Tobirama actually tried to talk to Izu about his lifestyle, telling him that sleeping around like that is no good. He warned that the dopamine from those loveless flings would eventually numb Izuna’s emotions, and he might end up unable to truly love anyone in the future. Plus, he brought up all the side effects like kidney issues and how it’s just bad for both mental and physical health, so he should just quit it.

But Izuna just snapped back that a virgin like Tobi wouldn't understand, and that every time he has sex, it feels like he's touching heaven. Besides, what’s the harm in fooling around while he’s young? He doesn’t plan on getting serious until he’s 28 anyway.

Tobi just sighed and said, "Fine, do whatever you want."

"Just say you love me. If you’d only say you love me, those strangers wouldn't mean a damn thing," Izuna thought.

But Tobirama have nothing to say.

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The truth is, Izuna has known love for a long time, more than Tobi even known. He’s been crushing on Tobirama since high school. He realized he loved protecting Tobi, loved seeing his own reflection in Tobi’s ruby eyes, and loved the scent of fabric softener on Tobi's uniform sleeves. He even loved the way Tobi’s hair would fall forward when he dozed off during break, or the way he’d lean over to explain a lesson.

His innocent feelings were hidden away in an MP3 player, where every song was filled with the secret, deep-seated passion of youth.

It was only after realizing his feelings for Tobi that he threw himself into fleeting flings, hoping to forget. Tobi never saw him as a romantic interest, all Tobi ever cared about were his books and research. Because of that, Izuna knew his heart would freeze over even without a proper rejection. He figured it was better to keep that love buried inside, letting it smolder just enough to keep him warm. And whenever Tobi wasn't around, he’d borrow a little warmth from others, trying to patch up his crumbling heart.

"Unrequited love is like a cluster of green plums I’m addicted between the sweet and sour taste"

The lyrics of the song 梦臆 (mèng yì) echoed in his earphones. 梦 - meaning a dream, an illusion, a deep longing. 臆 - referring to the chest, the deepest corners of the soul. 梦臆 is to yearn for something so intensely that it haunts even your dreams.

"Every time you get closer to me, I lose myself completely Your smile is worth thinking about for a lifetime"

But that idiot Tobirama doesn't know a single thing about those feelings; the fool actually thinks Izuna is the foolish one.

But maybe they both a fool, Izuna doesn't know.

If only Tobirama were a bit smarter, if only he’d notice how Izuna’s cheeks flush red whenever they’re just inches apart. If only he’d notice how Izuna’s eyes immediately search for him the moment he scores a perfect three-pointer on the school court. If only he noticed that Izuna’s gaze has only ever been for him, reserved solely to hold his ruby eyes, and that this heart only ever trembles for his scent.

Izuna knows he’s a mess - a coward for running away from his own feelings yet never having the heart to cut ties. Time and time again, he refuses to move away or distance himself from the very person who makes his heart ache like this.

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Madara pulled a surprise visit to Izuna’s place. Since Izuna had just hooked up with someone the night before, the apartment was a total wreck, his bedroom was especially chaotic. His partner had dipped right after the deed, but Izuna was too exhausted to care and planned to clean up in the morning.

After ringing the bell forever with no answer, Madara used his spare key to let himself in. He was greeted by the sight of a naked Izuna and used condoms scattered all over the floor lmao. He was so shocked he practically ascended to heaven right then and there. Since Izuna always acted like a sweet, precious angel in front of him, seeing this "wild" crime scene was a total system overload.

Seeing his brother still fast asleep, Madara didn't wake him up to interrogate him immediately. Instead, he quietly cleaned up the mess and tucked him in properly. Meanwhile, he was blowing up Tobirama's phone. He wanted to know what the hell was going on - they were supposed to live together to look out for each other, yet Tobi was apparently letting Izuna run wild.

But Tobi was already in a lecture hall early that morning and didn't pick up. Madara had no choice but to wait for his brother to wake up for the interrogation. The moment Izuna crawled out of bed, he headed straight for the shower. That’s when Madara suddenly loomed at the bathroom door to confront him.

"Izuna, care to explain these condom wrappers?"

Izuna, mid-shower, jumped out of his skin. Seeing his brother looking ready to catch a body was terrifying because Madara is actually a very decent guy - the type who’s strictly "no sex before marriage." Seeing his brother like this was a massive disappointment to him.

"Haha, Brother... you should've told me you were coming over," Izuna tried to dodge.

"Don't play games with me. Answer me. How have you been living here? Didn't I warn you? Who was she? Who was he? Tell me so I can deal with whoever seduced my brother."

"Brother~ I was a willing participant. Also, can we talk after I finish my shower?"

"I don't believe for a second you did this willingly. Tell me right now. Who was it?"

"I can't tell you."

"TELL ME!"

"Don't force me! I'm not saying anything!"

"I'm not joking, Izuna!"

"FINE! It was Tobirama! It was Tobirama, okay?!"

Izuna apologized to Tobirama in his head a thousand times. But hey, Tobi is the only person Madara wouldn't dare hurting- he's the precious younger brother of Madara's best friend, Hashirama. Surely Madara would go easy on him. Plus, after all these years, Tobi would surely help him survive this disaster, right? He’d just have to text him the heads-up later.

Madara looked like he was about to literally explode. He snatched his phone and dialed Hashirama instantly. Hashirama picked up within three seconds, but before he could even say hello, Madara unleashed a total storm of curses because Hashirama's brother dared to flirt with and do "depraved things" to his precious little brother Izuna.

Hashirama just sat there and took the whole verbal beating before saying he’d settle things with Tobirama later. He suggested all four of them grab dinner tonight to talk it out and told Madara to chill - who knows, maybe they actually caught feelings, which would be a good thing. They’ve been friends since they were kids anyway, so it’s not that weird for feelings to develop.

"But he had sex with my brother and then just dipped! He didn't even bother to clean up the mess!" Madara roared.

"Haha... maybe Tobi had his reasons," Hashirama replied, sweating.

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Izu: Hey dude I got good news and bad news Which one you want first? It’s urgent, reply the second you see this Tobi: Just finished class. What now? Stop playing games Your brother has literally called me 5 times already Izu: Haha... So, the thing is, my brother found out I’ve been having sex He’s losing it, kept demanding to know who it was so he could "deal" with them You know how old-fashioned he is, always preaching "no sex before marriage." But I don't even talk to my hookups anymore so it’d be awkward as hell. He was interrogating me so hard, so I... ermmmm I accidentally dropped your name. Tobi: ??????????????? Do you want me to kill you? Actually, no Do you realize your brother is actually going to kill ME? How can you be this evil? I expected better from you I’m literally still a virgin, and now I have to take the fall for something I haven’t even done yet? I’m genuinely disappointed in you. Izu: Please, I’m begging you My brother won’t be too hard on you He’s never hated you, and besides, Hashirama-san will definitely cover for you Just play along for a bit I’ll buy you whatever you want Pleaseeeee! Tobi: UGH OK FUCK YOU

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The dinner meeting between the four of them was incredibly tense. Madara was staring daggers at Tobirama, while Hashirama had to sit between them to prevent a brawl from breaking out. Izuna sat nearby, playing the part of the obedient angel; with that naturally delicate and cute face of his, no one would ever suspect he was the one who orchestrated this entire mess.

Madara broke the silence: "How long has this been going on?"

Tobi: "About 1 year."

Madara: "Who confessed first?"

Tobi: "I did."

Madara: "Is that so? Izuna, why aren't you saying anything?"

Izuna: "I don't get why you’re making such a big deal out of us dating. Look at Hashirama-san, he’s totally fine with it and actually supports us!"

Madara: "Be quiet."

Izuna: pouts

Hashirama: "Izuna, stop poking the bear. And Madara, quit being so cranky with the kids."

Madara: "They’re definitely acting! Hashirama! If he actually loved Izuna, he’d be too nervous to even take a bite of that fish! He and Izuna are clearly putting on a show to fool me, or he’s just playing with Izuna’s feelings! Your brother is up to no good, Hashi!"

Hashi: frowning "Don't go too far, Madara."

Tobirama: "What proof do you have that I don’t love Izuna? Just because I’m answering your simple questions smoothly? I’m not nervous because I’ve rehearsed the scenario of you yelling at me in my head a thousand times, so I have nothing to fear. I truly love him, so please stop judging me based on your own assumptions."

Madara: "Fine. Then tell me why you like him."

Madara was an expert at spotting liars. Tobirama, on the other hand, was terrible at it. Izuna knew this - whenever Tobi lied, he could never look the other person in the eye.

Yet, here was Tobirama, staring directly at Madara.

"I’ve liked him for a very long time. Since I was seventeen. Izuna is a warm person. Even though we bicker constantly, he always handles the people who talk behind my back in secret. He’s clearly smaller than me, but he hits surprisingly hard. I love his confidence. Every time he finishes writing a love poem, he reads it to me with such pride. I think they’re beautiful. I love when he secretly messes with my hair while I’m napping at my desk. When he 'accidentally' or intentionally leans in close to me. When he acts like a spoiled cat needing affection - I love all of it. Even the tiny, stupid things he does make me happy. And most of all, every time I saw him accept confessions from one person after another, it was really hurt. Is that enough for you, my future brother-in-law?"

Tobi’s words left all three of them stunned. No one expected the nerdy, quiet, cold guy to come up with something so sincere - it was so convincing that even Madara believed it.

For the first time, Madara felt a sense of relief, thinking his brother had found someone who truly loved him that much.

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The moment Madara and Hashirama left, Izuna shut the door and headed out to the balcony where Tobirama was standing. He let out a laugh, "Damn, dude, your acting was top-tier. Even I started believing it."

Tobirama was holding a cigarette, something Izuna never even knew he touched.

(In reality, Tobirama almost never smokes. He only reaches for it when he's stressed, drowning in anxiety, or desperately needs a boost of courage)

"That wasn't made up." Tobirama’s eyes dropped, avoiding Izuna’s smile.

Izuna froze. His brain struggled to process the words.

"W-wait, you mean... Y-you actually like..."

Tobirama looked even more dejected. "Yeah, I love you. Sorry for making things awkward. I just didn't think I could keep it hidden for much longer anyw..."

Izuna lunged forward and threw his arms around Tobirama. He pulled him into a deep kiss, a substitute for the thousand words of love that had been clawing at his heart to be spoken. Tobi’s mouth tasted like tobacco mixed with a hint of coffee.

Izuna realized they were both absolute fools. They had wasted so many years, being so incredibly stupid for so long.

"I still want you to confirm Take my life if you must"

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"So, what do you want for a reward? I still owe you for handling my brother."

"That old music player of yours... can I have it?"

"That MP3 player? Why though?"

"Can't tell you."

Tobirama smiled and pressed a kiss against the lip he loved so much.

When he was seventeen, he saw the eyes that were usually full of sunshine look truly sad for the first time. Up on the rooftop, the wind was howling, and the volume in Izuna’s headphones was so loud that he didn't even notice Tobi approaching. Izuna’s silhouette back then looked so lonely and faded, as if he might just disappear into thin air.

That was the first time Izuna had looked so breathtakingly fragile to him, like a kitten softly scratching at his heart.

Ever since that day, Tobirama had always wondered what kind of sound was playing in those headphones that could make Izuna feel so melancholic.

Izuna fell for Tobi at sixteen; Tobi fell for Izuna at seventeen.