…………………..……………just some roomate!choso shenanigans🩸
roomate!choso x black reader
roomate!choso who’s lowk a perv but perfect in the readers eyes
Summary-you and choso have been living together for about a year now. i mean he’s like the perfect roomate, cleans after himself, a great cook, and it’s super convenient to live close to jujutsu kaisen HQ just in case either of you are called at a moments notice to assist on a mission. i mean he’s even so complicit and patient with your numerous iphonecharger heists. what more could you ask for..
among stolen items and spicy bowls what could go wrong
saturday- FINALLY a day off..
no work today so sleeping in until 12 was a nonnegotiable, until you hear a gentle knock at your door. slumped under. a mound of pillows blankets and who only knows what else you slowly lift your groggy head towards the door.
“come in” you mumble through your favorite squishmallow.
“your still sleeping” choso says plainly with a curious undertone.
“no i’m-“ you stretch and let out a small squeak “-clearly exercising if you couldn’t tell”
(gosh he can be so dense sometimes)
not picking up on your sarcasm~ choso leans against your doorway eyebrows knitted together and gaze unwavering. you let your eyes drift over his black sweatpants hanging oh so dangerously low on his waist and to his black tank top.
“did you need something cho?” you giggle breaking the intense silence, throwing a pillow his way.
he catches it and rubs his thumb across the fabric, calculating with a soft smile.
“have you eaten-“ he says bluntly “did you want me to pick something up”
you blink for a second slowly letting go of that sweet post nap haze and smile cheekily at him.
he licks his lips and nods subtly before closing your bedroom door, tossing the pillow back and walking down the hallway to your shared bathroom. you hear the familiar stream of the shower turning on.
releasing a gentle sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, you sit up and adjust your bonnet which was usually halfway off your head by now. you slip on an oversized off the shoulder crewneck that falls just below the hem of your comfy but oh so short sleep shorts and make your way to the living room with your kindle intending to do some reading. instead you fall into a doomscrolling spree and come across some thing called a spicy bowl on your fyp. countless mukbangs videos later you find a seller near you selling these bowls.
“lets freakingg goo” you whisper to yourself as you scedule for the delivery. then you heared the shower click off.
stretched across the plush couch you can see the bathroom doorknob start to turn. you quickly resume your scrolling trying to look busy and definitely not sneak any peaks of choso and the hello kitty towel he is holding together around his waist with one hand.
he’s hair is wet, dripping, and it’s all brushed back. you stupidly chew your lip and clench you thighs reading away nothing on your kindle. Choso takes his time making his way to his room and causally lingers in the kitchen for a moment-clearly looking for something.
you clear the throat still not looking up from your kindle. “what cha looking for” you spit out too quickly.
“I though i saw my clearing brush in here.” he mutters softly after a quick friendly glance in your direction.
you meet his gaze. fingers wrapped around the little white tablet laying on your stomach. “the blue one?” you question. “like with all the pocka dots on the handle”
“yes that blue one” he says accusingly.
“oh yeahhhh about that i might have it i don’t know lemme check” you say propping yourself up on your elbows and setting the kindle aside.
“y/nnnnn” he groans tiredly
you are already skipping off to your bedroom when you hear his groaning. kneeling down to pull your hair bins out from under your bed you shuffle through edge brushes and rat tail combs until you find chosos hairbrush.
“yes, got it!” you excitedly say to yourself. then you set the brush down beside you and begin pushing the bins back under your bed
choso pushes himself off your doorway with a sighhh. still holding the towel together with a fist right under his belly button.
“look cho i’m sorryyy i found it in the kitchen and i just thought it was minee”-you ramble off- “ i mean look how many brushes i have” -still wrestling with a stubborn bin trying to shove it back under your bed until you feel a water droplet land on your thigh.
you slowly look up and choso is standing over you with a pressed smile and hand outstretched.
(fuck. he looks like a greek god.)
water bead chase each other down his chiseled abs and perky pecs.
then your eyes drift down to the bulging imprint being made in the towel and—oh.
your stomach does flips in itself
(he’s definitely packing)
you gulp, realizing this compromising and lewd position that choso seems so indifferent and nonchalant to.
(he can be quite innocently ignorant and clueless when it comes to things like this)
“well?” choso sighs again, “can you hand me MY brush.” he emphasizes for dramatic effect before letting out a lazy laugh.
“oh right yes sorry.” you say regaining your composure and standing up you watch as choso struts away to his room right nextdoor.
2:37-a knocking is heard at the door.
“oh right my spicy bowls!” you shriek excitedly to yourself.
“i’ll get it!” you yell to chosos room.
you are greeted by a lady with an iphone pointed at your face. as your handing her a wad of cash with a smile-
she starts-“hey fans we are here with—oh wait, i didn’t catch your name sweetie”
“y/n….” you mutter already regretting ordering this.
“well y/n are you readyyyy to try THE. BEST. SPICY. BOWL. IN. JAPAN?!?!!!”
you look around nervously wishing she could quiet down and wishing that camera of hers would spontaneously break.
“ehhhh no hablo inglés lo siento adiós!!!” you splurt out before grabbing the spicy bowl and slamming the door shut, chest heaving.
“who was that?!” you hear choso shout from his room.
“just a delivery!” you yell back.
you sit the bag on the counter beginning to unwrap it to discover your spicy bowl. there are some ruffle chips and gatorade but you just brush them aside. it’s a plastic semitransparent container. impatiently you begin trying to twist the lid off to no avail. an idea sparks in your head..
“chosooooooo” you shout skipping down your shared hallway before nudging chosos door open spicy bowls in hand..
choso is half naked with another pair of black sweatpants on and is clearly halfway through putting on his shirt.
“ oh fuck- shit sorry” you say embarrassed, turning to leave
“no no your good” he says calmly before pulling the white tank top down unknowingly leaving his pec and pointy nipple showing through the side.
“i um needed- need some help opening this.” you say holding the organge stained container up at eye level.
“mhm i got it” he says oh so softly grabbing it from your hands and gently brushing your knuckles.
you freeze at the contact and let your head tilt up at him whilst you both stand unnecessarily close in his doorway.
his room smells a new car and you catch a slight whiff of shea butter. As he wrestles with the lid of the container you come to a stunned realization..
“choso.” you say monotonous
“hmm?” he replies, still fidgeting with the many layers of tape on the lid eyes fixed to this task and eyebrows knitted together in their usual fashion.
you lean in to get a better smell and your soft lips bump into his exposed nipple. you hear his breath catch in his throat.
“why do you smell like my new tree hut shea butter.” you accuse plainly taking a step toward getting on your tippy toes to stare this thief down.
his lips press into a tight line to attempt to hide his smirk. and blush stains the tips of his ears.
“they must’ve super glued this shut” he mutters nervously.
“that wasn’t the question choso..” you jokingly respond, moving your head to meet his gaze.
he’s so cute when he’s flustered.
your faces are a breath away when a lacey pink fabric catches your attention sitting on his nightstand.
(wait a minute aren’t those your-)
the lid flings open with a pop and a rancid fishy smell fills the air between you and choso causing you to jump back in disgust. choso holds out the container toward you, scrunching his lined nose up.
“eughhh what is this y/n” he groans while beginning to pinch his nose.
“idk your problem you should probably go throw taht out out good luck!!” you say giggling running off to your bedroom.
you hear choso laugh in the background
and plop yourself on your bed sighing contentedly
wait a minute what was that you saw earlier in his room..
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authors note: this is my first fanfic i’ll continue it if you guys like it and if you guys have any tips lmk!! please comment and re blog
