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DEBATABLE ๐ฃฒ02. say my name
โคท megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
๐ฃฒchapter 1 | ๐ฃฒmasterlist | ๐ฃฒchapter 3
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
{a/n.} so... i believe apologies are in order... ahem... IM SOOOO SOOO SORRY FOR ABANDONING U GUYS FOR LIEK 2 WEEKS OMG im finally recovering from being sick and demotivated to write so hopefully the next chapters will come out a little quicker (dont get ur hopes up but im trying my best i swear), another little roadblock is that i currently dont have my own laptop anymore :c i've been having to share with my mama and she needs it most of the time since she's doing online uni classes on it which obviously take priority over fanfiction LMAO so until i have saved enough money to get my own im gonna be cranking stuff out kinda slow for now,, buuut gave u guys an extra long chapter to make up for the absence!! the next three chapters are also all like halfway done so they'll probably be posted back to back once i've finished with them hehe
DEBATABLE ๐ฃฒ02. say my name
โคท megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
๐ฃฒchapter 1 | ๐ฃฒmasterlist | ๐ฃฒchapter 3
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
{a/n.} so... i believe apologies are in order... ahem... IM SOOOO SOOO SORRY FOR ABANDONING U GUYS FOR LIEK 2 WEEKS OMG im finally recovering from being sick and demotivated to write so hopefully the next chapters will come out a little quicker (dont get ur hopes up but im trying my best i swear), another little roadblock is that i currently dont have my own laptop anymore :c i've been having to share with my mama and she needs it most of the time since she's doing online uni classes on it which obviously take priority over fanfiction LMAO so until i have saved enough money to get my own im gonna be cranking stuff out kinda slow for now,, buuut gave u guys an extra long chapter to make up for the absence!! the next three chapters are also all like halfway done so they'll probably be posted back to back once i've finished with them hehe
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tw; emetophobia, blood, wisdom tooth removal, this chapter is kinda gross... in a cute way
choso's car is cozy in a way only a hand-me-down from his older brother could be.
although you can count the number of times you've been inside this car on one hand, there's this sense of nostalgia that comes from the faded black of the interior, the little cigarette burn on the drivers' seat that's been there longer than you can remember (you're not quite sure if it was choso's or sukuna's doing. probably the latter), the ugly banana plushie with a creepy face on it hanging from the rearview mirror.
despite the glaring evidence of years of use and wear and tear, he keeps the thing immaculately clean. even if it's on the brink of death. the seats always smell fresh, with the lingering scent of his cologne. the scent welcomes you, along with the warmth of the blasting heater as you slip into the passenger seat.
"morning." choso smiles, tilting his head so adorably sweetly you think you might melt right into the fabric of his seats.
it'd be a stubborn stain for him to remove, so you refrain from doing so for now.
he's still in his uniform from the record store he works at. hair messy and tied back loosely. his black nail polish is chipping and his faded dark work jeans have definitely seen better days.
he looks absolutely perfect.
in fact, you'd argue, he's prettiest like this.
"morning." you respond shyly, reaching for your seatbelt.
"d'you sleep okay?" he asks as you buckle up.
your cheeks warm immediately, an embarrassed flush spreading over your body.
right. last night.
one minute you'd been on the phone, listening to him talk about music, your racing heart had finally calmed itself from the initial nerve attack from being on the phone with your crush. and of course, the gnawing anticipation of having four of your teeth ripped out of your face in less than twelve hours, but who's keeping count?
the next minute, you'd faceplanted right into your pillow.
not because anything choso had to say was boring. quite the opposite, actually. you could listen to him talk for the rest of your life with a smile on your face.
you love finding out new things about him. you store every little tidbit in a special bank in the centre of your mind labelled 'choso'. he'd probably be weirded out if he realised just how much you remember from meaningless conversations over the years.
listening to him talk calms the most frantic part of your very soul. a soothing balm over every problem that once existed in your hectic mind. it feels like being rocked to sleep. every issue, every stressor, every little thing that occupies space inside your head slowly drifts away, to make room for his presence.
choso tilts his head to meet your downturned, embarrassed gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitches, "you stopped replying to me. i thought you were ignoring me for a minute." he accuses you lightly, "then i heard you snore."
"i don't snore!" you squeak, covering your face with your hands.
he chuckles. a soft breathy sound that sends your skin pebbling.
"whatever you say." he smiles, before blinking in realisation, "oh, i told you i had something for you."
you peek at him between your fingers, a wide-eyed curious expression that makes him laugh again, almost adoringly.
he leans over your lap, the hairs on the back of your neck standing completely straight at the closeness. the glove department clicks open in front of you, and choso pulls out a small paper box.
he holds it out to you. you look at him, then the box, then back at him, hesitating.
he grins, flashing his adorably round canines that have always made your own teeth want to rot out of your head, "take it."
you gulp, then reach for the box. it's light. you give it a little shake, and hear something small rattle around.
choso watches for your every reaction. you blink, and unfold the paper top.
inside sits a tiny embroidered fabric pouch. you undo the drawstrings with clumsy fingers, pulling out a small wooden plaque.
a kenko omamori. a good luck charm from a shrine, specifically for good health and well-being. you hold your tongue to the roof of your mouth, because you know the second you let it loose, you'll squeal. in a desperate effort to calm your racing heart, you admire the thing.
but it doesn't quite help. not when the thread looped through the top is in your favourite colour. did he think of everything?
"choso," your cheeks hurt with how hard you're smiling. your eyes flick back up to meet his. your mind scrambles for the right thing to say. don't say something weird. don't grab his face and kiss him. don't ask him to marry you on the spot. be normal. be normal. be normalโ
"this is so sweet, thank you." you manage finally. close one.
he rubs his nape shyly, shaking his head, "it's no big deal. i was at the shrine with 'kuna and yuuji yesterday. i saw them and i remembered you telling me you were nervous so... i figured it couldn't hurt."
you're throbbing. everywhere.
everywhere.
you swallow thickly and nod, still smiling, "...i'll put it on my bag."
the waiting room smells faintly of disinfectant and cheap coffee. you sit beside choso, nervously bouncing one leg beneath the chair, trying to focus on anything.
like your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the little omamori now tied to your purse zipper.
the receptionists laughing about some juicy office drama you'd typically be much more interested in if you weren't preoccupied saying your final goodbyes to the problem-causers currently sitting in your mouth.
the water cooler on the other side of the room dripping idly in the back.
drip. drip. drip.
"you nervous?"
you glance over. choso's beside you. where he has been for the last five minutes.
"...a little."
"mhm."
"i'm mostly scared they're gonna wake me up halfway through."
"...they won't."
"what if they do?"
"they won't."
"what if they accidentally take all my teeth?"
"...i don't think that's ever happened."
"how do you know?"
"...fair."
you huff a quiet laugh.
he smiles.
mission accomplished.
your name echoes through the waiting room.
both of you look up.
the dental assistant smiles warmly.
"y/n?"
your stomach drops.
"...that's me." you stand. then immediately sit back down. "...wait, i'm scared."
choso blinks. and he smiles softly, faintly amused.
"c'mon. you got it."
walking you all the way to the treatment room doors.
"you'll be alright."
you nod. then shake your head. then nod again.
he chuckles, "i've gotta head back to work. sorry i can't stay."
"don't apologise." you say quickly.
he steps closer, reaches out, and for a moment you think he'll hug you. and you freeze, bracing yourself. that's a new one. he's never done this before.
don't rub your face in his chest, don't smell him, be normalโ
then choso hesitates. and you're both standing there awkwardly, while the doctor stands a few feet away, waiting.
choso clears his throat. then settles for patting your head gently instead. "...good luck."
your heart melts into a puddle.
"i'm driving satoru back after his shift, so i'll see you later. when you're home."
"...okay."
the assistant clears her throat politely, "ready?"
"...no."
choso laughs again.
"you don't have a choice."
"you..." you can't think of anything smart or witty or funny to say, "... you're mean."
"a little."
you smile despite yourself.
"...bye, cho."
"bye."
he waits until the treatment room door closes behind you.
only then does he turn around and head back toward the car.
everything after that becomes blurry.
voices. bright lights. a mask slung over your face.
someone asking you to count backwards.
"...ten...nine...eight...."
and as your vision blurs, all you can see is choso's face, smiling at you, telling you that you can do it.
when your eyes open again, your mouth feels enormous. your cheeks are numb. there's gauze packed between your teeth and gums.
and your thoughts feel like they've been replaced with mashed potatoes.
a nurse helps you walk out of the room, "your ride's waiting outside." she promises.
outside, a white car idles by the curb. the passenger window rolls down. yorozu beams. that big, sweet smile of yours which you still haven't been able to convince yourself is real.
"there she is!" she waves enthusiastically, stepping out of the car, "c'mon, sleepyhead."
you blink at her.
slowly.
maybe you're just loopy, but last time you remembered, you weren't that close with yorozu. definitely not teasing nicknames close.
but maybe she's just trying to be nice. so you swallow, rub your eyes and mumble, "...hi."
as the nurse and yorozu both help you into the passenger seat, you quickly realise the back seats are full.
there's three girls you vaguely recognise from campus. all laughing. all dressed in bikinis beneath oversized shirts. sunglasses on their heads. one of them's holding a bottle of... something alcoholic. the letters on the label swim before your eyes tauntingly. whatever it is, they're passing it around. music pulses quietly through the speakers.
you frown. confused.
"i thought..." your words slur together behind the gauze. "...weren't we...going home?"
"aww," yorozu croons over you like you're an animal in an exhibit as she gets into the drivers' seat, "we are! we're just stopping at the beach first." she says, squishing your stuffed cheek in one hand and turning the ignition with the other, "don't worry. we'll be back at your place before satoru."
"โฆthe beach?"
"mhm. there's a party."
oh. you think about that. maybeโฆ maybe she's just dropping her friends off. that makes sense. probably.
ten minutes later, you realize it did not make sense.
at all.
you're sitting on a wooden bench overlooking the sand. music blasts so loudly you swear you can feel your cranium rattle in your head at each beat. college students laugh. dance. splash into the ocean.
drink.
you squint.
everything feelsโฆ
too bright.
too loud.
too warm.
painfully warm.
this morning, you'd dressed for the dentist. oversized hoodie, sweatpants, thick socks.
because dental clinics were always freezing. it had seemed like a good idea this morning. nowโฆ not so much.
you feel like you're melting. yorozu had walked you over here. patted your head. placed her handbag beside you. then smiled.
"watch this for me, okay? i won't be long."
that had beenโฆ you check your phone sluggishlyโฆeleven minutes ago.
you slowly lift your head.
yorozu is nowhere near you.
well. she is. technically. she's about fifty metres away. laughing. dancing. someone hands her a bottle of apple soju. she throws her head back and drinks straight from it.
you stare in disbelief. that's all you have the energy to do.
your head hurts. you don't feel good. you hug your knees. it's really hot. the music makes your stomach churn.
your eyelids feel heavy.
maybeโฆ
maybe you can just close your eyes for a second.
your phone suddenly buzzes. you jolt and pick it up. the screen is blurry. you squint. satoru calling.
you answer.
"โฆhello..?"
"hey, dummy!"
his cheerful voice immediately fills your ear.
"guess who got off work early?"
"โฆtoru."
"that's right." he says, and you can hear the proud grin in his voice, "you doing okay?"
"mhmโฆ"
"you surviving?"
"โฆyeah."
he chuckles, "i remember getting mine out. it was hell."
you make a pitiful noise in agreement.
"โฆhey." he pauses, bringing the phone closer to his ear, "i hear people."
you blink. "โฆyeah."
"are you outside?"
"mhm."
"the balcony?" he laughs to himself. "aww. did yorozu bring you outside to get some fresh air? that's kinda sweet."
you stare blankly at the ocean.
"โฆno."
he doesn't quite hear you, "see? i knew you guys would get along!"
"toru."
"she's really nice when you get to know her." he goes on, sighing dreamily, "i'm so glad i have her. she's really reliable, y'know?"
"toru." you groan, "shut up."
he gasps, offended, "shut up? drugs make you mean."
"โฆi'm at the beach."
silence.
"โฆhuh?"
"the beach."
another pause.
"โฆthe... beach?"
"mhm."
a little hiccup escapes you.
"โฆyorozu brought me here."
satoru's stomach drops.
the beach.
oh.
no.
his face drains of colour.
the party.
he'd completely forgotten about it.
he'd been invited, but then work came up.
yorozu had complained for nearly an hour after he'd asked her to pick you up instead. she'd wanted to spend the day there.
he'd begged. she'd eventually agreed.
he'd thought it was all resolved. clearly not.
"โฆshe took you there?"
"โฆyeah." you mumble, "she's dancing," your voice is tiny, "โฆi don't feel good. it's hot."
"shit." the curse leaves him before he can stop it. "what the hell is wrong with her!?"
"satoru?" suguru looks over from the freezer section. "you good?"
satoru doesn't answer. he's already moving. the shopping basket nearly tips over as he drops it. "we have to go."
"what?"
"the beach."
"what?"
"my sister."
choso looks up immediately. his expression changes the second he sees satoru's face. "โฆwhat's going on?"
satoru's breathing is uneven. his voice is distant, it sounds like he's put the phone down, but you hear flashes: "y/n... wisdom teeth... yorozu... the beach... party... sick..."
choso doesn't ask another question."put her on speaker."
satoru does. immediately. he holds the phone between them as all four of them rush toward the checkout.
"hey." choso's voice is calm. steady. the exact opposite of satoru's, "y/n?"
you smile sleepily the second you hear him say your name"โฆhiii, chosoooo."
"hey."
you hear footsteps. car doors opening. an engine starting.
"we're coming to get you, okay?"
"โฆokay."
a pause. then you frown.
"โฆyou shouldn't be on the phone while you're driving. โฆthat's dangerous."
a soft laugh escapes him. the familiar breathy one.
"don't worry. your brother's holding the phone."
"โฆoh." you nod to yourself, apparently approving of this decision "โฆthat's good." another pause, "โฆare you driving your car?"
"i am."
"โฆyour car's black."
"it is."
"โฆi like black."
"you do? i thought you liked pink."
your face brightens. "oh! yeah. yuuji's hair is pink." a tiny giggle escapes you, "โฆweird little guy."
choso smiles despite himself. "โฆyeah. he is." he responds, stringing the conversation along as he cruises through the highway, "sukuna's hair is pink too."
"โฆkuna's weird too."
"hey." sukuna deadpans from the back seat.
suguru looks out the window. "take the next left, it's faster."
choso nods once. then brings his attention back to you. "hey. still with me?"
"โฆuh-huh." you hum, "โฆit's hot."
"i know."
you frown, "i'm not wearing sunscreen."
"you can use mine. i keep some in the car."
"that's why you're so pale."
"...is that a compliment?"
"yup." you pop the 'p' absently. "i think."
he chuckles softly, "thanks."
"โฆwelcome." your voice is getting quieter. "โฆi'm sleepy."
"โฆokay." a sleepy giggle bubbles from your throat, "hehโฆchoso."
"hm?"
"โฆyou've got something on your nose."
a beat.
then suguru starts laughing. sukuna snorts. even satoru lets out one strained laugh.
choso sighs, bringing a hand up to touch the dark black line that stretches over his nose and his cheeks, "โฆit's a birthmark."
you continue giggling, clearly amused by this phenomenon. "funny." you squint. "โฆdon't take it off. i liiiiike it."
for just a second, choso's grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel. then he clears his throat, dropping his hand from his face.
"โฆthanks."
the car falls quiet again. only for a moment.
satoru pipes up again, still panicked, "how are we gonna find her when we get there?"
the other murmur quietly, concerned as well.
"hey, y/n?" choso says, "โฆdo you know where you are?"
you blink slowly, "โฆuhhhโฆ" you think deeply, "water's blue." your eyebrows furrow, "โฆhurts my eyes."
sukuna sighs. "real helpful."
"shut up," choso mutters automatically before speaking into the phone again. "you're doing great. what else can you see?"
you look around. everything swims together in dizzy little circles that make you feel sick all over again, "i..." your voice wobbles. "โฆi dunno." your eyes suddenly sting. "โฆi'm sorry."
choso's voice comes back instantly, much softer than you remember it, "hey. it's okay. you don't have to apologise."
"butโฆ" a tear slips down your cheek. you sniff, "โฆi can't find it." your words dissolve into a quiet hiccup.
"that's okay. we'll find you."
"oh." you grin again immediately, "thanks choso. hey, you're like dora."
"he has the haircut too." suguru chimes in.
"shut up." choso shoots back again.
"sukuna's the backpack." you continue rambling, "suguru's map... and toru's boots. you've got the whole crew."
"why am i a monkey?" satoru huffs behind the phone.
"makes sense." sukuna snickers.
"shut up, backpack!"
"...'cuz boots is an albino?" you mutter, as if it's obvious.
satoru lets out an offended sputter, and the other three laugh at him. he crosses his arms poutily, "it'll be your own family."
"my head hurts." you complain drowsily, "it's too hot. i wanna go home."
choso's attention turns back to you, and his voice stays impossibly gentle. "we're gonna find you, i promise. we're almost there."
satoru feels something inside him twist. his little sister, the girl he's spent his entire life raising, protecting and keeping safe, drugged up, sick and overheating in the sun, all because he trusted the wrong person.
choso takes another right, and the bright blue ocean comes into view.
your brother grips at the edge of the seat anxiously as choso pulls into the parking lot, and the four of them get out.
they quickly decide the best course of action is to split up. sukuna and suguru head toward the volleyball courts. satoru and choso follow the path down to the shore
his eyes constantly sweep over every bench, every umbrella, every group.
"there." choso points.
satoru's head snaps up and follows the direction of his friend's hand. a familiar oversized hoodie. someone slumped over on a wooden bench with a red handbag beside them.
satoru doesn't even wait. he sprints. people jump out of his way.
"y/n!"
you slowly lift your head. your eyes struggle to focus.
"toruโฆ" half-asleep relief floods your face.
he drops into a crouch in front of you immediately. both hands cup your cheeks. "hey. hey, dummy. i'm here."his voice shakes. "you okay?"
you blink at him, slow, one eye after the other, and if the circumstances were any better, he'd probably tease you and tell you that you look like a baby frog.
"hotโฆ" you mutter.
his shoulders give in with guilt, and he hugs you, cradling the back of your head like you're something precious. because you are. you're his baby sister. and he let you get hurt. "i'm sorry, so so so sorry."
you don't understand why he's apologising. your eyes drift shut. before they can, another familiar face appears beside him.
and you immediately grin around your gauze, "chooosooooo..."
choso kneels too. smiles softly, "hey." he greets you, one hand lands reassuringly on satoru's shoulder. "she's okay. just overheated. and high."
satoru nods quickly, trying his best to stay logical, "right."
his composure lasts for all of five seconds, because then his eyes catch the handbag sitting beside you. bright red.
he recognises it immediately.
yorozu.
his jaw clenches.
choso notices, "i've got her." he gives satoru a knowing look. "youโฆ" his eyes flick toward the crowd, "โฆdeal with this."
satoru stands, picking up the bag and glaring at it like it was the one that drove you here and abandoned you on a hot bench drugged up and sick. his fingers grip into the leather with disdain, and it takes everything in him not to rip the thing to shreds right here.
you giggle, "calm dooown, papa. it's just a bag..."
"funny." he mutters, before he looks back at choso over his shoulder, "you sure?"
"i can carry her." he says without a lick of hesitation.
suguru walks over, sukuna trailing close behind "you need help?"
choso shakes his head, "i've got her."
your ears perk up, "โฆcarry me?" you brighten instantly.
the four men laugh.
even satoru manages a tiny smile.
"yeah." choso says.
you let out a delighted squeal, before realising you're supposed to act normal. nonchalant. you clear your throat, looking away, "uhhh... i mean... that's cool. whatever."
sukuna snorts. then looks at satoru, "you gonna dump her?"
"i'm not fucking starting with her after this."
"great." sukuna says, pulling out his phone, "need this on video." as per usual, if sukuna isn't a part of a fight, he's stood there, with his phone out, making sure he gets all of it. purely for his own sadistic entertainment.
suguru sighs, "have some class."
"shut up, you wanna see it too."
"i do," suguru says, "get a good angle."
the three of them head toward the party. toward yorozu, who miraculously still hasn't noticed that she's been found out.
choso steps in front of you before you can see where they're going, blocking your view.
"hey." he smiles that same sleepy smile, "you alright?"
you pout, dramatically, "โฆno. dying."
"i figured." he slips an arm behind your back, hoisting you up onto your very unstable feet, "let's go back to my car. the cooler's on."
he starts lifting you, and you wobble, immediately collapsing against his chest instead.
"oh." he catches you instinctively. his brows knit together. he presses a hand to your forehead, where a film of sweat sticks your baby hairs onto your skin. nature's gel, some may call it.
you feel hot. really hot. way hotter than you should. even accounting for the weather today.
he scoops you up. one arm beneath your knees. the other supporting your back. like you weigh nothing.
"โฆwhoa." you mumble as your world tilts. then your eyes meet his, and you touch his cheek, testing if he's real. "โฆhi."
he chuckles quietly, "hi."
he carries you back up the trail, and to his parked car.
he opens the door, the blast of cold air makes you sigh almost immediately.
"ohhhhโฆ" you gasp, pressing your face into the cold window pane in pure bliss.
choso settles you carefully into the back seat before climbing in after you, laughing softly at your relief. he senses the urgency, and reaches over the front seats, turns the air conditioning up to full. the blast floods the car.
you practically melt, "โฆniceโฆ"
he smiles, tilting his head at you, "better?"
"mhmโฆ" without thinking, you start tugging frantically at your hoodie. "it's hot."
your sleeve catches around your wrist. you tug harder. it refuses to budge. another tug. still stuck. until you pull harder, and your hand disappears into the sleeve.
"oh..." your eyes suddenly fill with tears as you wave around the limp sleeve. "my arm's gone..." you sob, full of grief.
"โฆhey." choso immediately scoots closer, trying his best not to laugh at your misfortune, "it's in here. lemme help you."
you sniffle, "โฆ'kay."
he carefully helps free your arm before gently pulling the hoodie over your head, leaving you in your cartoon print t-shirt that you'd had no intention of showing to the world today, especially not to choso. thankfully, it seems that anaesthesia comes with free humiliation immunity. how thoughtful.
"there's your arm."
you sigh with relief, hugging the arm to your chest with your other, "you're my favourite arm." you mumble. "m' gonna keep you forever." you crane your neck and pucker your lips, smacking a bloody, gauze-y wet kiss to your arm, "mwuuuah."
a tiny smile tugs at choso's mouth. "he didn't. he made us stop at the grocery store. he bought your ice cream."
your brows lift.
"โฆreally?"
"mhm. he made all of us come. he spent forever choosing snacks."
"โฆoh."
"โฆhe's not a liar."
"i love my big brother." you sigh, as you curl against the seat.
quiet. for a moment.
then choso speaks again.
"โฆhey. do you know what happened?"
you blink.
"โฆhuh?"
"with yorozu."
you think. then slowly shake your head. "โฆnoโฆ but... i don't like her." a tear rolls down your cheek. "โฆshe's mean."
choso's brows knit together. "โฆmean?"
you nod miserably. "the other day... i was eating my apple fritter, n' she saidโฆ" you scrunch your face, trying your best to mimic her expression, "'ew.'" a wobble enters your voice. "'that's gross.' and that made me sadโฆ 'cuz i like apple fritters."
you look utterly devastated.
choso bites the inside of his cheek. desperately trying not to smile. he nods solemnly, furrowing his brows as if your tale of sorrow truly pains him, "that sounds awfulโฆ i'm sorry."
voices rise outside. loud. angry. you and choso turn toward the window.
satoru. suguru. sukuna, very much recording. yorozu running after them.
"please!" she grabs satoru's arm. "i'm sorry!"
he tears it away, "i'm done."
"you can't be serious!"
"you left my little sister drugged, alone and overheating in the sun."
"it was a mistake!"
"a mistake?" he laughs bitterly. "you disappeared for twenty minutes. how much longer would you have left her there if i didn't call her?"
"i was coming back!"
"you were drinking."
"it was only one bottle! i could still drive!"
satoru stares. "โฆyou drank. and you were still planning to drive her home?"
yorozu quickly realises this isn't the tactic. so instead, her voice rises, high, pitchy and whiny, "satoruuu! you said you'd never yell at me!"
suguru bursts into laughter. sukuna doubles over beside him, still filming, "this is incredible."
"UGH!" she finally screams, "i never wanted you anyways! i only agreed to get with you so i could get closer to sukuna!"
"SUKUNA?" your brother repeats in disbelief.
"ME?!" sukuna cackles, almost dropping his phone.
voices continue colliding.
"...i knew it." choso mutters under his breath, watching the fight.
you look up at choso. "โฆwhat're they saying?"
he gently shakes his head. "you don't need to listen."
you frown. "โฆare they breaking up because of me? i don't want toru to be sad."
"he'll be okay." he reaches into the centre console, "you wanna hear something?"
your sleepy gaze follows his phone, "โฆokay."
soft music begins playing through the speakers.
quiet.
gentle.
soothing. there's a voice. deep, raspy, vaguely familiar. but you can't quite put your finger on it. you know this voice. who is it?
you give up trying to locate the source, instead dropping your shoulders and appreciating the art. you sigh happily.
"โฆwhat's this?"
"it's myโ" he stops himself, looking away. and hesitates, "it's... a friend of mine made it." he glances over, "what do you think?"
"โฆi like it."
"you can be honest."
you huff, offended that he'd accuse you of lying, "i am."
"alright, my bad." he chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender, "i thought you were just being nice like usual."
"you..." your grin immediately goes lopsided. you put a hand on your chest, gesturing at yourself, "you... think i'm nice?"
"yeah." he smiles, "course i do."
"heh... well i guess... i am prettyโ"
"you're yuuji's friend."
your smile immediately falters. "โฆoh."
yuuji.
stupid yuuji.
pink-haired fuck. you're gonna hit him the next time you see him.
you don't even get to simmer in your rage at your own best friend.
your stomach lurches. you freeze, panicked "uhโฆ"
choso pauses the music immediately, "hey? you okay?" he asks, eyes raking over you in concern.
you shake your head rapidly. one hand clamps over your mouth.
he knows instantly.
"oh. okay. it's alright."
he reaches for the door handle to open it and let you stick your head out.
nothing.
he pulls harder.
still nothing.
"โฆshit."
he tries the other door.
stick.
the front.
still jammed.
of course.
fucking sukuna's old car.
the stupid doors jammed every other week. half the time, whoever sat in the back would have to crawl through the trunk to get out. but you clearly don't have that kind of time or agility.
you make a desperate gagging noise. your eyes are wide with panic, "iโฆ"
he immediately looks back at you, "it's okay." he starts frantically rolling the window down.
the motor groans. painfully. slowly. "come onโฆ" he hisses, begging the ancient piece of junk.
the window crawls downward. an inch. then another. then another.
you whimper.
he looks back at you apologetically. "i'm sorry. you can throw up in here if you need to, it's okay. i needed to clean the seats anyway."
you shake your head desperately, "noโฆ" needing to throw up in front of your crush is bad enough. all over the interior of his car? not happening.
finally, the window is low enough.
"c'mere." he slides closer, one arm wraps around your shoulders, the other gently steadies the back of your head as he hoists you up and helps lean you out the window. his hands move quickly, pulling the spit-soaked bloody gauze out of your mouth.
outside, the argument is still going.
"โฆshe's not even that sick!" yorozu snaps.
before satoru can answer, the unmistakable sound cuts through the entire car park.
you retching, violently, down the entire side of choso's black car.
his hand never leaves your back. he rubs slow circles between your shoulder blades.
"it's okay, you're okay. i've got you."
tears stream down your face. whether from embarrassment, the nausea, or the overwhelming humiliation of throwing up on your crush's car, you don't know.
"ew!" yorozu recoils, jumping back.
satoru doesn't even look at her. he's already running. "y/n!" by the time he reaches the car, your body goes limp. "โฆy/n?"
choso carefully pulls you back inside. one hand cradles your jaw. the other wipes your mouth clean with the sleeve of his hoodie without a second thought.
"y/n?" he calls your name. nothing. his expression changes immediately. concern replaces every trace of calm, "y/n," he gently pats your cheek, "โฆcan you hear me?"
silence. he looks up at satoru.
"she passed out."
satoru's face drains of colour. "sh-she was fine a minute ago, wasn't she?"
"yeah. it's probably just the meds. and the heat. she'll be fine." choso's voice stays level, "we need to take her to the e.r."
chapter 4 โ masterlist โ chapter 6
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
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KEEPING RHYTHM ! โ 06. that was gross...
โคท choso kamo x fem!reader
-> 1.1k words
your vision swims into motion and you open your eyes. the first thing you notice when you wake up is the ceiling.
white. far too bright.
the second thing, beeping monitors.
the third, the smell. antiseptic and bandages. and something weird. funky. that you couldn't quite put your tongue on. a smell only associated with hospitals.
you blink slowly. once. twice. and lift your arms stiffly, "mm..."
"oh my god."
your head turns.
satoru practically jumps out of his chair, "hey." he leans over immediately, "hey, hey." relief washes across his face so quickly it almost makes your chest ache. he must've been sitting here hours. "you're awake."
you squint at him, "...huh?"
he lets out a shaky laugh, "there she is." a hand lands gently on your hair, patting it back into place. "how're you feeling?"
you think about it. very seriously. then respond. "...round."
satoru snorts, "round?"
"my head." you make a vague circle with your finger. "...feels round."
he laughs again. this time, it sounds more relieved than amused.
"you scared the shit out of me."
you blink, "...did i?"
"mhm." he smiles weakly. "but you're okay."
"...okay." a quiet settles between you. you yawn.
he watches you carefully, "...do you remember anything that happened today?"
you frown. thinking.
"...the dentist."
"mhm."
"...yorozu."
his jaw tightens.
"...yeah."
"...the beach."
"mhm."
"...it was really hot."
"it was."
you think harder, pulling your brows together. then you beam, "oh, choso!"
satoru sighs through his nose, "of course."
"he..." your brows knit together. "...he had music."
"huh?"
"...in his car."
"oh, did he?"
"yeah. and then..." your face scrunches, "and then...that's it."
satoru quietly exhales.
good. you don't remember. he'd hoped you wouldn't.
because if you remembered that you'd vomited down the side of your childhood crush's car... you'd probably crawl into a hole and die.
you shift slightly,
something catches your eye.
a bottle of your favourite milktea sits on the bedside table. still cold, condensation beading over the plastic.
your face brightens, "...toru!"
"hm?"
"you got me my tea."
"...oh." he grins slyly, looking over to the table, "i didn't."
you blink, "...what?"
"you'll have to thankโ" before he can explain, the hospital room door swings open.
"Y/N!" nobara rushes in first. she immediately throws her arms around you, "you scared us!"
"oof." is the only sound you can let out.
megumi sighs, yanking her back by her hood, "you're crushing her."
"... sorry!" she says, cupping your face.
yuuji appears next. "how're you feeling?"
"hi guys... i'm okay." you say tiredly.
suguru walks in.
sukuna follows behind him.
phone in hand, looking far too entertained to be in a hospital.
"are you still watching that stupid video?" satoru groans, burying his face in his hands.
within seconds, the room is noisy. everyone talking over each other. asking questions. checking if you're okay.
you smile. feeling so loved.
"...i'm okay." you repeat.
"good." nobara immediately pinches your cheek, "you look cute in a hospital gown."
you light up, "really?"
"uh-huh. blue is so your colour."
the room laughs. then, yuuji glances toward sukuna, "hey, is cho still at the carwash? he said he'd get me something."
everyone goes still.
every pair of eyes is on him.
nobara glares at him, sharp.
satoru's head snaps toward him. absolute horror spreads across his face. no.
too late.
you blink. "...carwash?" everyone freezes, watching the puzzle pieces click together in your head in real time. your eyes slowly widen.
the memory slams into you.
the nausea.
the window.
the black car.
the throwing up all down the side of it.
"oh..."
your hands fly to your face.
"...no. nononoโ"
you immediately disappear beneath your blanket.
"I THREW UP ON HIS CAR!"
"DUMBASS!" nobara smacks yuuji upside the head. "
he yelps, "OW! I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE KEEPING IT A SECRET!"
"how do you not know?" megumi huffs.
"NO ONE TOLD ME?!"
"IT WAS OBVIOUS!"
underneath the blanket, your panic only grows, "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. i can never see him again. i have to transfer universities. i'll change my name. i'll fake my deathโ"
"y/n, wait!" satoru grabs the blanket.
"no."
he pulls.
you hold on.
"y/n!"
"no!"
eventually, he wins. although with how weak you currently are, it was never really an equal battle.
you emerge looking utterly distraught, hair messy from the blanket's friction.
"he wasn't upset. he was just worried about you."
you stare, "...really?"
"he was."
"he literally carried you into the emergency room." suguru chimes in.
"he... did?"
"mhm."
you look around the room.
everyone nods.
"he didn't even wanna leave." nobara squeezes your hand.
"he wouldn't stop asking if you were breathing." megumi adds.
"there was vomit on his sleeve." yuuji comments.
megumi and nobara smack him upside the head at the same time.
"DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP!?"
you still don't look convinced. of course they'd say that. they're your friends and your brother. they all love you. they'd obviously lie to make you feel better.
which left...
one person.
you slowly turn toward sukuna, who's still busy clipping the yorozu and satoru fight video on his phone.
"sukuna."
he raises an eyebrow, looking over at you,
"...huh?"
"tell me the truth."
"oh?" a slow grin spreads to his face.
"what did choso say?"
everyone immediately looks at him.
sukuna is smirking with every evil muscle in his face..
"oh." he says, "he said plenty."
your face falls, "...what?"
"he was disgusted."
a horrified gasp leaves you.
satoru groans, "sukuna."
"he almost threw up too."
"I CAN NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!"
you yank the blanket back over your head.
suguru sighs, "nice job."
"how are you even related to those two!?" nobara questions.
sukuna rolls his eyes, "geez. i'm kidding."
you lower the blanket slightly.
"he didn't care."
"...really?" you whisper.
"he probably should've. that shit was gross."
"SUKUNA."
he ignores satoru completely, "i told him he should send you the carwash bill. he kicked me and told me to shut my trap."
you blink, "...he did?"
"mhm." sukuna scratches his jaw, "pathetic if you ask me."
"no one's asking you," suguru says pleasantly.
"he was more worried about you than the car."
you study sukuna carefully. trying to figure out if he's lying. then, you remember who you're talking to.
sukuna has never once lied to spare someone's feelings.
if anything, he usually does the opposite.
"...okay." your shoulders finally relax. "good. that's good."
satoru, on the other hand, is outraged. he throws both hands into the air, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
you look over, "what?"
"i said the same thing!"
"yeah." you point at him, "...but you're a liar." and then your finger gestures towards the pink-haired man on the other side of the room, "sukuna only lies when it benefits him."
sukuna nods with a prideful grin.
"so i can trust him."
satoru stares at you. then at sukuna. then back at you, "...i'm actually offended."
you pat his shoulder condescendingly, "you'll be okay, toru."
chapter 5 โ masterlist โ chapter 7
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
KEEPING RHYTHM ! โ 06. that was gross...
โคท choso kamo x fem!reader
-> 1.1k words
your vision swims into motion and you open your eyes. the first thing you notice when you wake up is the ceiling.
white. far too bright.
the second thing, beeping monitors.
the third, the smell. antiseptic and bandages. and something weird. funky. that you couldn't quite put your tongue on. a smell only associated with hospitals.
you blink slowly. once. twice. and lift your arms stiffly, "mm..."
"oh my god."
your head turns.
satoru practically jumps out of his chair, "hey." he leans over immediately, "hey, hey." relief washes across his face so quickly it almost makes your chest ache. he must've been sitting here hours. "you're awake."
you squint at him, "...huh?"
he lets out a shaky laugh, "there she is." a hand lands gently on your hair, patting it back into place. "how're you feeling?"
you think about it. very seriously. then respond. "...round."
satoru snorts, "round?"
"my head." you make a vague circle with your finger. "...feels round."
he laughs again. this time, it sounds more relieved than amused.
"you scared the shit out of me."
you blink, "...did i?"
"mhm." he smiles weakly. "but you're okay."
"...okay." a quiet settles between you. you yawn.
he watches you carefully, "...do you remember anything that happened today?"
you frown. thinking.
"...the dentist."
"mhm."
"...yorozu."
his jaw tightens.
"...yeah."
"...the beach."
"mhm."
"...it was really hot."
"it was."
you think harder, pulling your brows together. then you beam, "oh, choso!"
satoru sighs through his nose, "of course."
"he..." your brows knit together. "...he had music."
"huh?"
"...in his car."
"oh, did he?"
"yeah. and then..." your face scrunches, "and then...that's it."
satoru quietly exhales.
good. you don't remember. he'd hoped you wouldn't.
because if you remembered that you'd vomited down the side of your childhood crush's car... you'd probably crawl into a hole and die.
you shift slightly,
something catches your eye.
a bottle of your favourite milktea sits on the bedside table. still cold, condensation beading over the plastic.
your face brightens, "...toru!"
"hm?"
"you got me my tea."
"...oh." he grins slyly, looking over to the table, "i didn't."
you blink, "...what?"
"you'll have to thankโ" before he can explain, the hospital room door swings open.
"Y/N!" nobara rushes in first. she immediately throws her arms around you, "you scared us!"
"oof." is the only sound you can let out.
megumi sighs, yanking her back by her hood, "you're crushing her."
"... sorry!" she says, cupping your face.
yuuji appears next. "how're you feeling?"
"hi guys... i'm okay." you say tiredly.
suguru walks in.
sukuna follows behind him.
phone in hand, looking far too entertained to be in a hospital.
"are you still watching that stupid video?" satoru groans, burying his face in his hands.
within seconds, the room is noisy. everyone talking over each other. asking questions. checking if you're okay.
you smile. feeling so loved.
"...i'm okay." you repeat.
"good." nobara immediately pinches your cheek, "you look cute in a hospital gown."
you light up, "really?"
"uh-huh. blue is so your colour."
the room laughs. then, yuuji glances toward sukuna, "hey, is cho still at the carwash? he said he'd get me something."
everyone goes still.
every pair of eyes is on him.
nobara glares at him, sharp.
satoru's head snaps toward him. absolute horror spreads across his face. no.
too late.
you blink. "...carwash?" everyone freezes, watching the puzzle pieces click together in your head in real time. your eyes slowly widen.
the memory slams into you.
the nausea.
the window.
the black car.
the throwing up all down the side of it.
"oh..."
your hands fly to your face.
"...no. nononoโ"
you immediately disappear beneath your blanket.
"I THREW UP ON HIS CAR!"
"DUMBASS!" nobara smacks yuuji upside the head. "
he yelps, "OW! I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE KEEPING IT A SECRET!"
"how do you not know?" megumi huffs.
"NO ONE TOLD ME?!"
"IT WAS OBVIOUS!"
underneath the blanket, your panic only grows, "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. i can never see him again. i have to transfer universities. i'll change my name. i'll fake my deathโ"
"y/n, wait!" satoru grabs the blanket.
"no."
he pulls.
you hold on.
"y/n!"
"no!"
eventually, he wins. although with how weak you currently are, it was never really an equal battle.
you emerge looking utterly distraught, hair messy from the blanket's friction.
"he wasn't upset. he was just worried about you."
you stare, "...really?"
"he was."
"he literally carried you into the emergency room." suguru chimes in.
"he... did?"
"mhm."
you look around the room.
everyone nods.
"he didn't even wanna leave." nobara squeezes your hand.
"he wouldn't stop asking if you were breathing." megumi adds.
"there was vomit on his sleeve." yuuji comments.
megumi and nobara smack him upside the head at the same time.
"DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP!?"
you still don't look convinced. of course they'd say that. they're your friends and your brother. they all love you. they'd obviously lie to make you feel better.
which left...
one person.
you slowly turn toward sukuna, who's still busy clipping the yorozu and satoru fight video on his phone.
"sukuna."
he raises an eyebrow, looking over at you,
"...huh?"
"tell me the truth."
"oh?" a slow grin spreads to his face.
"what did choso say?"
everyone immediately looks at him.
sukuna is smirking with every evil muscle in his face..
"oh." he says, "he said plenty."
your face falls, "...what?"
"he was disgusted."
a horrified gasp leaves you.
satoru groans, "sukuna."
"he almost threw up too."
"I CAN NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!"
you yank the blanket back over your head.
suguru sighs, "nice job."
"how are you even related to those two!?" nobara questions.
sukuna rolls his eyes, "geez. i'm kidding."
you lower the blanket slightly.
"he didn't care."
"...really?" you whisper.
"he probably should've. that shit was gross."
"SUKUNA."
he ignores satoru completely, "i told him he should send you the carwash bill. he kicked me and told me to shut my trap."
you blink, "...he did?"
"mhm." sukuna scratches his jaw, "pathetic if you ask me."
"no one's asking you," suguru says pleasantly.
"he was more worried about you than the car."
you study sukuna carefully. trying to figure out if he's lying. then, you remember who you're talking to.
sukuna has never once lied to spare someone's feelings.
if anything, he usually does the opposite.
"...okay." your shoulders finally relax. "good. that's good."
satoru, on the other hand, is outraged. he throws both hands into the air, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
you look over, "what?"
"i said the same thing!"
"yeah." you point at him, "...but you're a liar." and then your finger gestures towards the pink-haired man on the other side of the room, "sukuna only lies when it benefits him."
sukuna nods with a prideful grin.
"so i can trust him."
satoru stares at you. then at sukuna. then back at you, "...i'm actually offended."
you pat his shoulder condescendingly, "you'll be okay, toru."
chapter 5 โ masterlist โ chapter 7
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
KEEPING RHYTHM ! โ 06. that was gross...
โคท choso kamo x fem!reader
-> 1.1k words
your vision swims into motion and you open your eyes. the first thing you notice when you wake up is the ceiling.
white. far too bright.
the second thing, beeping monitors.
the third, the smell. antiseptic and bandages. and something weird. funky. that you couldn't quite put your tongue on. a smell only associated with hospitals.
you blink slowly. once. twice. and lift your arms stiffly, "mm..."
"oh my god."
your head turns.
satoru practically jumps out of his chair, "hey." he leans over immediately, "hey, hey." relief washes across his face so quickly it almost makes your chest ache. he must've been sitting here hours. "you're awake."
you squint at him, "...huh?"
he lets out a shaky laugh, "there she is." a hand lands gently on your hair, patting it back into place. "how're you feeling?"
you think about it. very seriously. then respond. "...round."
satoru snorts, "round?"
"my head." you make a vague circle with your finger. "...feels round."
he laughs again. this time, it sounds more relieved than amused.
"you scared the shit out of me."
you blink, "...did i?"
"mhm." he smiles weakly. "but you're okay."
"...okay." a quiet settles between you. you yawn.
he watches you carefully, "...do you remember anything that happened today?"
you frown. thinking.
"...the dentist."
"mhm."
"...yorozu."
his jaw tightens.
"...yeah."
"...the beach."
"mhm."
"...it was really hot."
"it was."
you think harder, pulling your brows together. then you beam, "oh, choso!"
satoru sighs through his nose, "of course."
"he..." your brows knit together. "...he had music."
"huh?"
"...in his car."
"oh, did he?"
"yeah. and then..." your face scrunches, "and then...that's it."
satoru quietly exhales.
good. you don't remember. he'd hoped you wouldn't.
because if you remembered that you'd vomited down the side of your childhood crush's car... you'd probably crawl into a hole and die.
you shift slightly,
something catches your eye.
a bottle of your favourite milktea sits on the bedside table. still cold, condensation beading over the plastic.
your face brightens, "...toru!"
"hm?"
"you got me my tea."
"...oh." he grins slyly, looking over to the table, "i didn't."
you blink, "...what?"
"you'll have to thankโ" before he can explain, the hospital room door swings open.
"Y/N!" nobara rushes in first. she immediately throws her arms around you, "you scared us!"
"oof." is the only sound you can let out.
megumi sighs, yanking her back by her hood, "you're crushing her."
"... sorry!" she says, cupping your face.
yuuji appears next. "how're you feeling?"
"hi guys... i'm okay." you say tiredly.
suguru walks in.
sukuna follows behind him.
phone in hand, looking far too entertained to be in a hospital.
"are you still watching that stupid video?" satoru groans, burying his face in his hands.
within seconds, the room is noisy. everyone talking over each other. asking questions. checking if you're okay.
you smile. feeling so loved.
"...i'm okay." you repeat.
"good." nobara immediately pinches your cheek, "you look cute in a hospital gown."
you light up, "really?"
"uh-huh. blue is so your colour."
the room laughs. then, yuuji glances toward sukuna, "hey, is cho still at the carwash? he said he'd get me something."
everyone goes still.
every pair of eyes is on him.
nobara glares at him, sharp.
satoru's head snaps toward him. absolute horror spreads across his face. no.
too late.
you blink. "...carwash?" everyone freezes, watching the puzzle pieces click together in your head in real time. your eyes slowly widen.
the memory slams into you.
the nausea.
the window.
the black car.
the throwing up all down the side of it.
"oh..."
your hands fly to your face.
"...no. nononoโ"
you immediately disappear beneath your blanket.
"I THREW UP ON HIS CAR!"
"DUMBASS!" nobara smacks yuuji upside the head. "
he yelps, "OW! I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE KEEPING IT A SECRET!"
"how do you not know?" megumi huffs.
"NO ONE TOLD ME?!"
"IT WAS OBVIOUS!"
underneath the blanket, your panic only grows, "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. i can never see him again. i have to transfer universities. i'll change my name. i'll fake my deathโ"
"y/n, wait!" satoru grabs the blanket.
"no."
he pulls.
you hold on.
"y/n!"
"no!"
eventually, he wins. although with how weak you currently are, it was never really an equal battle.
you emerge looking utterly distraught, hair messy from the blanket's friction.
"he wasn't upset. he was just worried about you."
you stare, "...really?"
"he was."
"he literally carried you into the emergency room." suguru chimes in.
"he... did?"
"mhm."
you look around the room.
everyone nods.
"he didn't even wanna leave." nobara squeezes your hand.
"he wouldn't stop asking if you were breathing." megumi adds.
"there was vomit on his sleeve." yuuji comments.
megumi and nobara smack him upside the head at the same time.
"DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP!?"
you still don't look convinced. of course they'd say that. they're your friends and your brother. they all love you. they'd obviously lie to make you feel better.
which left...
one person.
you slowly turn toward sukuna, who's still busy clipping the yorozu and satoru fight video on his phone.
"sukuna."
he raises an eyebrow, looking over at you,
"...huh?"
"tell me the truth."
"oh?" a slow grin spreads to his face.
"what did choso say?"
everyone immediately looks at him.
sukuna is smirking with every evil muscle in his face..
"oh." he says, "he said plenty."
your face falls, "...what?"
"he was disgusted."
a horrified gasp leaves you.
satoru groans, "sukuna."
"he almost threw up too."
"I CAN NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!"
you yank the blanket back over your head.
suguru sighs, "nice job."
"how are you even related to those two!?" nobara questions.
sukuna rolls his eyes, "geez. i'm kidding."
you lower the blanket slightly.
"he didn't care."
"...really?" you whisper.
"he probably should've. that shit was gross."
"SUKUNA."
he ignores satoru completely, "i told him he should send you the carwash bill. he kicked me and told me to shut my trap."
you blink, "...he did?"
"mhm." sukuna scratches his jaw, "pathetic if you ask me."
"no one's asking you," suguru says pleasantly.
"he was more worried about you than the car."
you study sukuna carefully. trying to figure out if he's lying. then, you remember who you're talking to.
sukuna has never once lied to spare someone's feelings.
if anything, he usually does the opposite.
"...okay." your shoulders finally relax. "good. that's good."
satoru, on the other hand, is outraged. he throws both hands into the air, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
you look over, "what?"
"i said the same thing!"
"yeah." you point at him, "...but you're a liar." and then your finger gestures towards the pink-haired man on the other side of the room, "sukuna only lies when it benefits him."
sukuna nods with a prideful grin.
"so i can trust him."
satoru stares at you. then at sukuna. then back at you, "...i'm actually offended."
you pat his shoulder condescendingly, "you'll be okay, toru."
chapter 5 โ masterlist โ chapter 7
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
tw; emetophobia, blood, wisdom tooth removal, this chapter is kinda gross... in a cute way
choso's car is cozy in a way only a hand-me-down from his older brother could be.
although you can count the number of times you've been inside this car on one hand, there's this sense of nostalgia that comes from the faded black of the interior, the little cigarette burn on the drivers' seat that's been there longer than you can remember (you're not quite sure if it was choso's or sukuna's doing. probably the latter), the ugly banana plushie with a creepy face on it hanging from the rearview mirror.
despite the glaring evidence of years of use and wear and tear, he keeps the thing immaculately clean. even if it's on the brink of death. the seats always smell fresh, with the lingering scent of his cologne. the scent welcomes you, along with the warmth of the blasting heater as you slip into the passenger seat.
"morning." choso smiles, tilting his head so adorably sweetly you think you might melt right into the fabric of his seats.
it'd be a stubborn stain for him to remove, so you refrain from doing so for now.
he's still in his uniform from the record store he works at. hair messy and tied back loosely. his black nail polish is chipping and his faded dark work jeans have definitely seen better days.
he looks absolutely perfect.
in fact, you'd argue, he's prettiest like this.
"morning." you respond shyly, reaching for your seatbelt.
"d'you sleep okay?" he asks as you buckle up.
your cheeks warm immediately, an embarrassed flush spreading over your body.
right. last night.
one minute you'd been on the phone, listening to him talk about music, your racing heart had finally calmed itself from the initial nerve attack from being on the phone with your crush. and of course, the gnawing anticipation of having four of your teeth ripped out of your face in less than twelve hours, but who's keeping count?
the next minute, you'd faceplanted right into your pillow.
not because anything choso had to say was boring. quite the opposite, actually. you could listen to him talk for the rest of your life with a smile on your face.
you love finding out new things about him. you store every little tidbit in a special bank in the centre of your mind labelled 'choso'. he'd probably be weirded out if he realised just how much you remember from meaningless conversations over the years.
listening to him talk calms the most frantic part of your very soul. a soothing balm over every problem that once existed in your hectic mind. it feels like being rocked to sleep. every issue, every stressor, every little thing that occupies space inside your head slowly drifts away, to make room for his presence.
choso tilts his head to meet your downturned, embarrassed gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitches, "you stopped replying to me. i thought you were ignoring me for a minute." he accuses you lightly, "then i heard you snore."
"i don't snore!" you squeak, covering your face with your hands.
he chuckles. a soft breathy sound that sends your skin pebbling.
"whatever you say." he smiles, before blinking in realisation, "oh, i told you i had something for you."
you peek at him between your fingers, a wide-eyed curious expression that makes him laugh again, almost adoringly.
he leans over your lap, the hairs on the back of your neck standing completely straight at the closeness. the glove department clicks open in front of you, and choso pulls out a small paper box.
he holds it out to you. you look at him, then the box, then back at him, hesitating.
he grins, flashing his adorably round canines that have always made your own teeth want to rot out of your head, "take it."
you gulp, then reach for the box. it's light. you give it a little shake, and hear something small rattle around.
choso watches for your every reaction. you blink, and unfold the paper top.
inside sits a tiny embroidered fabric pouch. you undo the drawstrings with clumsy fingers, pulling out a small wooden plaque.
a kenko omamori. a good luck charm from a shrine, specifically for good health and well-being. you hold your tongue to the roof of your mouth, because you know the second you let it loose, you'll squeal. in a desperate effort to calm your racing heart, you admire the thing.
but it doesn't quite help. not when the thread looped through the top is in your favourite colour. did he think of everything?
"choso," your cheeks hurt with how hard you're smiling. your eyes flick back up to meet his. your mind scrambles for the right thing to say. don't say something weird. don't grab his face and kiss him. don't ask him to marry you on the spot. be normal. be normal. be normalโ
"this is so sweet, thank you." you manage finally. close one.
he rubs his nape shyly, shaking his head, "it's no big deal. i was at the shrine with 'kuna and yuuji yesterday. i saw them and i remembered you telling me you were nervous so... i figured it couldn't hurt."
you're throbbing. everywhere.
everywhere.
you swallow thickly and nod, still smiling, "...i'll put it on my bag."
the waiting room smells faintly of disinfectant and cheap coffee. you sit beside choso, nervously bouncing one leg beneath the chair, trying to focus on anything.
like your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the little omamori now tied to your purse zipper.
the receptionists laughing about some juicy office drama you'd typically be much more interested in if you weren't preoccupied saying your final goodbyes to the problem-causers currently sitting in your mouth.
the water cooler on the other side of the room dripping idly in the back.
drip. drip. drip.
"you nervous?"
you glance over. choso's beside you. where he has been for the last five minutes.
"...a little."
"mhm."
"i'm mostly scared they're gonna wake me up halfway through."
"...they won't."
"what if they do?"
"they won't."
"what if they accidentally take all my teeth?"
"...i don't think that's ever happened."
"how do you know?"
"...fair."
you huff a quiet laugh.
he smiles.
mission accomplished.
your name echoes through the waiting room.
both of you look up.
the dental assistant smiles warmly.
"y/n?"
your stomach drops.
"...that's me." you stand. then immediately sit back down. "...wait, i'm scared."
choso blinks. and he smiles softly, faintly amused.
"c'mon. you got it."
walking you all the way to the treatment room doors.
"you'll be alright."
you nod. then shake your head. then nod again.
he chuckles, "i've gotta head back to work. sorry i can't stay."
"don't apologise." you say quickly.
he steps closer, reaches out, and for a moment you think he'll hug you. and you freeze, bracing yourself. that's a new one. he's never done this before.
don't rub your face in his chest, don't smell him, be normalโ
then choso hesitates. and you're both standing there awkwardly, while the doctor stands a few feet away, waiting.
choso clears his throat. then settles for patting your head gently instead. "...good luck."
your heart melts into a puddle.
"i'm driving satoru back after his shift, so i'll see you later. when you're home."
"...okay."
the assistant clears her throat politely, "ready?"
"...no."
choso laughs again.
"you don't have a choice."
"you..." you can't think of anything smart or witty or funny to say, "... you're mean."
"a little."
you smile despite yourself.
"...bye, cho."
"bye."
he waits until the treatment room door closes behind you.
only then does he turn around and head back toward the car.
everything after that becomes blurry.
voices. bright lights. a mask slung over your face.
someone asking you to count backwards.
"...ten...nine...eight...."
and as your vision blurs, all you can see is choso's face, smiling at you, telling you that you can do it.
when your eyes open again, your mouth feels enormous. your cheeks are numb. there's gauze packed between your teeth and gums.
and your thoughts feel like they've been replaced with mashed potatoes.
a nurse helps you walk out of the room, "your ride's waiting outside." she promises.
outside, a white car idles by the curb. the passenger window rolls down. yorozu beams. that big, sweet smile of yours which you still haven't been able to convince yourself is real.
"there she is!" she waves enthusiastically, stepping out of the car, "c'mon, sleepyhead."
you blink at her.
slowly.
maybe you're just loopy, but last time you remembered, you weren't that close with yorozu. definitely not teasing nicknames close.
but maybe she's just trying to be nice. so you swallow, rub your eyes and mumble, "...hi."
as the nurse and yorozu both help you into the passenger seat, you quickly realise the back seats are full.
there's three girls you vaguely recognise from campus. all laughing. all dressed in bikinis beneath oversized shirts. sunglasses on their heads. one of them's holding a bottle of... something alcoholic. the letters on the label swim before your eyes tauntingly. whatever it is, they're passing it around. music pulses quietly through the speakers.
you frown. confused.
"i thought..." your words slur together behind the gauze. "...weren't we...going home?"
"aww," yorozu croons over you like you're an animal in an exhibit as she gets into the drivers' seat, "we are! we're just stopping at the beach first." she says, squishing your stuffed cheek in one hand and turning the ignition with the other, "don't worry. we'll be back at your place before satoru."
"โฆthe beach?"
"mhm. there's a party."
oh. you think about that. maybeโฆ maybe she's just dropping her friends off. that makes sense. probably.
ten minutes later, you realize it did not make sense.
at all.
you're sitting on a wooden bench overlooking the sand. music blasts so loudly you swear you can feel your cranium rattle in your head at each beat. college students laugh. dance. splash into the ocean.
drink.
you squint.
everything feelsโฆ
too bright.
too loud.
too warm.
painfully warm.
this morning, you'd dressed for the dentist. oversized hoodie, sweatpants, thick socks.
because dental clinics were always freezing. it had seemed like a good idea this morning. nowโฆ not so much.
you feel like you're melting. yorozu had walked you over here. patted your head. placed her handbag beside you. then smiled.
"watch this for me, okay? i won't be long."
that had beenโฆ you check your phone sluggishlyโฆeleven minutes ago.
you slowly lift your head.
yorozu is nowhere near you.
well. she is. technically. she's about fifty metres away. laughing. dancing. someone hands her a bottle of apple soju. she throws her head back and drinks straight from it.
you stare in disbelief. that's all you have the energy to do.
your head hurts. you don't feel good. you hug your knees. it's really hot. the music makes your stomach churn.
your eyelids feel heavy.
maybeโฆ
maybe you can just close your eyes for a second.
your phone suddenly buzzes. you jolt and pick it up. the screen is blurry. you squint. satoru calling.
you answer.
"โฆhello..?"
"hey, dummy!"
his cheerful voice immediately fills your ear.
"guess who got off work early?"
"โฆtoru."
"that's right." he says, and you can hear the proud grin in his voice, "you doing okay?"
"mhmโฆ"
"you surviving?"
"โฆyeah."
he chuckles, "i remember getting mine out. it was hell."
you make a pitiful noise in agreement.
"โฆhey." he pauses, bringing the phone closer to his ear, "i hear people."
you blink. "โฆyeah."
"are you outside?"
"mhm."
"the balcony?" he laughs to himself. "aww. did yorozu bring you outside to get some fresh air? that's kinda sweet."
you stare blankly at the ocean.
"โฆno."
he doesn't quite hear you, "see? i knew you guys would get along!"
"toru."
"she's really nice when you get to know her." he goes on, sighing dreamily, "i'm so glad i have her. she's really reliable, y'know?"
"toru." you groan, "shut up."
he gasps, offended, "shut up? drugs make you mean."
"โฆi'm at the beach."
silence.
"โฆhuh?"
"the beach."
another pause.
"โฆthe... beach?"
"mhm."
a little hiccup escapes you.
"โฆyorozu brought me here."
satoru's stomach drops.
the beach.
oh.
no.
his face drains of colour.
the party.
he'd completely forgotten about it.
he'd been invited, but then work came up.
yorozu had complained for nearly an hour after he'd asked her to pick you up instead. she'd wanted to spend the day there.
he'd begged. she'd eventually agreed.
he'd thought it was all resolved. clearly not.
"โฆshe took you there?"
"โฆyeah." you mumble, "she's dancing," your voice is tiny, "โฆi don't feel good. it's hot."
"shit." the curse leaves him before he can stop it. "what the hell is wrong with her!?"
"satoru?" suguru looks over from the freezer section. "you good?"
satoru doesn't answer. he's already moving. the shopping basket nearly tips over as he drops it. "we have to go."
"what?"
"the beach."
"what?"
"my sister."
choso looks up immediately. his expression changes the second he sees satoru's face. "โฆwhat's going on?"
satoru's breathing is uneven. his voice is distant, it sounds like he's put the phone down, but you hear flashes: "y/n... wisdom teeth... yorozu... the beach... party... sick..."
choso doesn't ask another question."put her on speaker."
satoru does. immediately. he holds the phone between them as all four of them rush toward the checkout.
"hey." choso's voice is calm. steady. the exact opposite of satoru's, "y/n?"
you smile sleepily the second you hear him say your name"โฆhiii, chosoooo."
"hey."
you hear footsteps. car doors opening. an engine starting.
"we're coming to get you, okay?"
"โฆokay."
a pause. then you frown.
"โฆyou shouldn't be on the phone while you're driving. โฆthat's dangerous."
a soft laugh escapes him. the familiar breathy one.
"don't worry. your brother's holding the phone."
"โฆoh." you nod to yourself, apparently approving of this decision "โฆthat's good." another pause, "โฆare you driving your car?"
"i am."
"โฆyour car's black."
"it is."
"โฆi like black."
"you do? i thought you liked pink."
your face brightens. "oh! yeah. yuuji's hair is pink." a tiny giggle escapes you, "โฆweird little guy."
choso smiles despite himself. "โฆyeah. he is." he responds, stringing the conversation along as he cruises through the highway, "sukuna's hair is pink too."
"โฆkuna's weird too."
"hey." sukuna deadpans from the back seat.
suguru looks out the window. "take the next left, it's faster."
choso nods once. then brings his attention back to you. "hey. still with me?"
"โฆuh-huh." you hum, "โฆit's hot."
"i know."
you frown, "i'm not wearing sunscreen."
"you can use mine. i keep some in the car."
"that's why you're so pale."
"...is that a compliment?"
"yup." you pop the 'p' absently. "i think."
he chuckles softly, "thanks."
"โฆwelcome." your voice is getting quieter. "โฆi'm sleepy."
"โฆokay." a sleepy giggle bubbles from your throat, "hehโฆchoso."
"hm?"
"โฆyou've got something on your nose."
a beat.
then suguru starts laughing. sukuna snorts. even satoru lets out one strained laugh.
choso sighs, bringing a hand up to touch the dark black line that stretches over his nose and his cheeks, "โฆit's a birthmark."
you continue giggling, clearly amused by this phenomenon. "funny." you squint. "โฆdon't take it off. i liiiiike it."
for just a second, choso's grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel. then he clears his throat, dropping his hand from his face.
"โฆthanks."
the car falls quiet again. only for a moment.
satoru pipes up again, still panicked, "how are we gonna find her when we get there?"
the other murmur quietly, concerned as well.
"hey, y/n?" choso says, "โฆdo you know where you are?"
you blink slowly, "โฆuhhhโฆ" you think deeply, "water's blue." your eyebrows furrow, "โฆhurts my eyes."
sukuna sighs. "real helpful."
"shut up," choso mutters automatically before speaking into the phone again. "you're doing great. what else can you see?"
you look around. everything swims together in dizzy little circles that make you feel sick all over again, "i..." your voice wobbles. "โฆi dunno." your eyes suddenly sting. "โฆi'm sorry."
choso's voice comes back instantly, much softer than you remember it, "hey. it's okay. you don't have to apologise."
"butโฆ" a tear slips down your cheek. you sniff, "โฆi can't find it." your words dissolve into a quiet hiccup.
"that's okay. we'll find you."
"oh." you grin again immediately, "thanks choso. hey, you're like dora."
"he has the haircut too." suguru chimes in.
"shut up." choso shoots back again.
"sukuna's the backpack." you continue rambling, "suguru's map... and toru's boots. you've got the whole crew."
"why am i a monkey?" satoru huffs behind the phone.
"makes sense." sukuna snickers.
"shut up, backpack!"
"...'cuz boots is an albino?" you mutter, as if it's obvious.
satoru lets out an offended sputter, and the other three laugh at him. he crosses his arms poutily, "it'll be your own family."
"my head hurts." you complain drowsily, "it's too hot. i wanna go home."
choso's attention turns back to you, and his voice stays impossibly gentle. "we're gonna find you, i promise. we're almost there."
satoru feels something inside him twist. his little sister, the girl he's spent his entire life raising, protecting and keeping safe, drugged up, sick and overheating in the sun, all because he trusted the wrong person.
choso takes another right, and the bright blue ocean comes into view.
your brother grips at the edge of the seat anxiously as choso pulls into the parking lot, and the four of them get out.
they quickly decide the best course of action is to split up. sukuna and suguru head toward the volleyball courts. satoru and choso follow the path down to the shore
his eyes constantly sweep over every bench, every umbrella, every group.
"there." choso points.
satoru's head snaps up and follows the direction of his friend's hand. a familiar oversized hoodie. someone slumped over on a wooden bench with a red handbag beside them.
satoru doesn't even wait. he sprints. people jump out of his way.
"y/n!"
you slowly lift your head. your eyes struggle to focus.
"toruโฆ" half-asleep relief floods your face.
he drops into a crouch in front of you immediately. both hands cup your cheeks. "hey. hey, dummy. i'm here."his voice shakes. "you okay?"
you blink at him, slow, one eye after the other, and if the circumstances were any better, he'd probably tease you and tell you that you look like a baby frog.
"hotโฆ" you mutter.
his shoulders give in with guilt, and he hugs you, cradling the back of your head like you're something precious. because you are. you're his baby sister. and he let you get hurt. "i'm sorry, so so so sorry."
you don't understand why he's apologising. your eyes drift shut. before they can, another familiar face appears beside him.
and you immediately grin around your gauze, "chooosooooo..."
choso kneels too. smiles softly, "hey." he greets you, one hand lands reassuringly on satoru's shoulder. "she's okay. just overheated. and high."
satoru nods quickly, trying his best to stay logical, "right."
his composure lasts for all of five seconds, because then his eyes catch the handbag sitting beside you. bright red.
he recognises it immediately.
yorozu.
his jaw clenches.
choso notices, "i've got her." he gives satoru a knowing look. "youโฆ" his eyes flick toward the crowd, "โฆdeal with this."
satoru stands, picking up the bag and glaring at it like it was the one that drove you here and abandoned you on a hot bench drugged up and sick. his fingers grip into the leather with disdain, and it takes everything in him not to rip the thing to shreds right here.
you giggle, "calm dooown, papa. it's just a bag..."
"funny." he mutters, before he looks back at choso over his shoulder, "you sure?"
"i can carry her." he says without a lick of hesitation.
suguru walks over, sukuna trailing close behind "you need help?"
choso shakes his head, "i've got her."
your ears perk up, "โฆcarry me?" you brighten instantly.
the four men laugh.
even satoru manages a tiny smile.
"yeah." choso says.
you let out a delighted squeal, before realising you're supposed to act normal. nonchalant. you clear your throat, looking away, "uhhh... i mean... that's cool. whatever."
sukuna snorts. then looks at satoru, "you gonna dump her?"
"i'm not fucking starting with her after this."
"great." sukuna says, pulling out his phone, "need this on video." as per usual, if sukuna isn't a part of a fight, he's stood there, with his phone out, making sure he gets all of it. purely for his own sadistic entertainment.
suguru sighs, "have some class."
"shut up, you wanna see it too."
"i do," suguru says, "get a good angle."
the three of them head toward the party. toward yorozu, who miraculously still hasn't noticed that she's been found out.
choso steps in front of you before you can see where they're going, blocking your view.
"hey." he smiles that same sleepy smile, "you alright?"
you pout, dramatically, "โฆno. dying."
"i figured." he slips an arm behind your back, hoisting you up onto your very unstable feet, "let's go back to my car. the cooler's on."
he starts lifting you, and you wobble, immediately collapsing against his chest instead.
"oh." he catches you instinctively. his brows knit together. he presses a hand to your forehead, where a film of sweat sticks your baby hairs onto your skin. nature's gel, some may call it.
you feel hot. really hot. way hotter than you should. even accounting for the weather today.
he scoops you up. one arm beneath your knees. the other supporting your back. like you weigh nothing.
"โฆwhoa." you mumble as your world tilts. then your eyes meet his, and you touch his cheek, testing if he's real. "โฆhi."
he chuckles quietly, "hi."
he carries you back up the trail, and to his parked car.
he opens the door, the blast of cold air makes you sigh almost immediately.
"ohhhhโฆ" you gasp, pressing your face into the cold window pane in pure bliss.
choso settles you carefully into the back seat before climbing in after you, laughing softly at your relief. he senses the urgency, and reaches over the front seats, turns the air conditioning up to full. the blast floods the car.
you practically melt, "โฆniceโฆ"
he smiles, tilting his head at you, "better?"
"mhmโฆ" without thinking, you start tugging frantically at your hoodie. "it's hot."
your sleeve catches around your wrist. you tug harder. it refuses to budge. another tug. still stuck. until you pull harder, and your hand disappears into the sleeve.
"oh..." your eyes suddenly fill with tears as you wave around the limp sleeve. "my arm's gone..." you sob, full of grief.
"โฆhey." choso immediately scoots closer, trying his best not to laugh at your misfortune, "it's in here. lemme help you."
you sniffle, "โฆ'kay."
he carefully helps free your arm before gently pulling the hoodie over your head, leaving you in your cartoon print t-shirt that you'd had no intention of showing to the world today, especially not to choso. thankfully, it seems that anaesthesia comes with free humiliation immunity. how thoughtful.
"there's your arm."
you sigh with relief, hugging the arm to your chest with your other, "you're my favourite arm." you mumble. "m' gonna keep you forever." you crane your neck and pucker your lips, smacking a bloody, gauze-y wet kiss to your arm, "mwuuuah."
a tiny smile tugs at choso's mouth. "he didn't. he made us stop at the grocery store. he bought your ice cream."
your brows lift.
"โฆreally?"
"mhm. he made all of us come. he spent forever choosing snacks."
"โฆoh."
"โฆhe's not a liar."
"i love my big brother." you sigh, as you curl against the seat.
quiet. for a moment.
then choso speaks again.
"โฆhey. do you know what happened?"
you blink.
"โฆhuh?"
"with yorozu."
you think. then slowly shake your head. "โฆnoโฆ but... i don't like her." a tear rolls down your cheek. "โฆshe's mean."
choso's brows knit together. "โฆmean?"
you nod miserably. "the other day... i was eating my apple fritter, n' she saidโฆ" you scrunch your face, trying your best to mimic her expression, "'ew.'" a wobble enters your voice. "'that's gross.' and that made me sadโฆ 'cuz i like apple fritters."
you look utterly devastated.
choso bites the inside of his cheek. desperately trying not to smile. he nods solemnly, furrowing his brows as if your tale of sorrow truly pains him, "that sounds awfulโฆ i'm sorry."
voices rise outside. loud. angry. you and choso turn toward the window.
satoru. suguru. sukuna, very much recording. yorozu running after them.
"please!" she grabs satoru's arm. "i'm sorry!"
he tears it away, "i'm done."
"you can't be serious!"
"you left my little sister drugged, alone and overheating in the sun."
"it was a mistake!"
"a mistake?" he laughs bitterly. "you disappeared for twenty minutes. how much longer would you have left her there if i didn't call her?"
"i was coming back!"
"you were drinking."
"it was only one bottle! i could still drive!"
satoru stares. "โฆyou drank. and you were still planning to drive her home?"
yorozu quickly realises this isn't the tactic. so instead, her voice rises, high, pitchy and whiny, "satoruuu! you said you'd never yell at me!"
suguru bursts into laughter. sukuna doubles over beside him, still filming, "this is incredible."
"UGH!" she finally screams, "i never wanted you anyways! i only agreed to get with you so i could get closer to sukuna!"
"SUKUNA?" your brother repeats in disbelief.
"ME?!" sukuna cackles, almost dropping his phone.
voices continue colliding.
"...i knew it." choso mutters under his breath, watching the fight.
you look up at choso. "โฆwhat're they saying?"
he gently shakes his head. "you don't need to listen."
you frown. "โฆare they breaking up because of me? i don't want toru to be sad."
"he'll be okay." he reaches into the centre console, "you wanna hear something?"
your sleepy gaze follows his phone, "โฆokay."
soft music begins playing through the speakers.
quiet.
gentle.
soothing. there's a voice. deep, raspy, vaguely familiar. but you can't quite put your finger on it. you know this voice. who is it?
you give up trying to locate the source, instead dropping your shoulders and appreciating the art. you sigh happily.
"โฆwhat's this?"
"it's myโ" he stops himself, looking away. and hesitates, "it's... a friend of mine made it." he glances over, "what do you think?"
"โฆi like it."
"you can be honest."
you huff, offended that he'd accuse you of lying, "i am."
"alright, my bad." he chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender, "i thought you were just being nice like usual."
"you..." your grin immediately goes lopsided. you put a hand on your chest, gesturing at yourself, "you... think i'm nice?"
"yeah." he smiles, "course i do."
"heh... well i guess... i am prettyโ"
"you're yuuji's friend."
your smile immediately falters. "โฆoh."
yuuji.
stupid yuuji.
pink-haired fuck. you're gonna hit him the next time you see him.
you don't even get to simmer in your rage at your own best friend.
your stomach lurches. you freeze, panicked "uhโฆ"
choso pauses the music immediately, "hey? you okay?" he asks, eyes raking over you in concern.
you shake your head rapidly. one hand clamps over your mouth.
he knows instantly.
"oh. okay. it's alright."
he reaches for the door handle to open it and let you stick your head out.
nothing.
he pulls harder.
still nothing.
"โฆshit."
he tries the other door.
stick.
the front.
still jammed.
of course.
fucking sukuna's old car.
the stupid doors jammed every other week. half the time, whoever sat in the back would have to crawl through the trunk to get out. but you clearly don't have that kind of time or agility.
you make a desperate gagging noise. your eyes are wide with panic, "iโฆ"
he immediately looks back at you, "it's okay." he starts frantically rolling the window down.
the motor groans. painfully. slowly. "come onโฆ" he hisses, begging the ancient piece of junk.
the window crawls downward. an inch. then another. then another.
you whimper.
he looks back at you apologetically. "i'm sorry. you can throw up in here if you need to, it's okay. i needed to clean the seats anyway."
you shake your head desperately, "noโฆ" needing to throw up in front of your crush is bad enough. all over the interior of his car? not happening.
finally, the window is low enough.
"c'mere." he slides closer, one arm wraps around your shoulders, the other gently steadies the back of your head as he hoists you up and helps lean you out the window. his hands move quickly, pulling the spit-soaked bloody gauze out of your mouth.
outside, the argument is still going.
"โฆshe's not even that sick!" yorozu snaps.
before satoru can answer, the unmistakable sound cuts through the entire car park.
you retching, violently, down the entire side of choso's black car.
his hand never leaves your back. he rubs slow circles between your shoulder blades.
"it's okay, you're okay. i've got you."
tears stream down your face. whether from embarrassment, the nausea, or the overwhelming humiliation of throwing up on your crush's car, you don't know.
"ew!" yorozu recoils, jumping back.
satoru doesn't even look at her. he's already running. "y/n!" by the time he reaches the car, your body goes limp. "โฆy/n?"
choso carefully pulls you back inside. one hand cradles your jaw. the other wipes your mouth clean with the sleeve of his hoodie without a second thought.
"y/n?" he calls your name. nothing. his expression changes immediately. concern replaces every trace of calm, "y/n," he gently pats your cheek, "โฆcan you hear me?"
silence. he looks up at satoru.
"she passed out."
satoru's face drains of colour. "sh-she was fine a minute ago, wasn't she?"
"yeah. it's probably just the meds. and the heat. she'll be fine." choso's voice stays level, "we need to take her to the e.r."
chapter 4 โ masterlist โ chapter 6
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
[ a/m ] SAWRRY for the delay on this one cuties im currently sick and dying, and it took me a while to push thru and finish these written chapters,, if ur reading this as i'm posting the next chapter should be out in a few mins!! and hopefully the next couple smau chapters will be out tmr after i get back from work if i'm not dead by then ๐ฅบ ALSO sorry this is so much reading lawlll i tried cutting down the words a little but i'm too tired to do any more, i pwomise smau chapters after the next one
tw; emetophobia, blood, wisdom tooth removal, this chapter is kinda gross... in a cute way
choso's car is cozy in a way only a hand-me-down from his older brother could be.
although you can count the number of times you've been inside this car on one hand, there's this sense of nostalgia that comes from the faded black of the interior, the little cigarette burn on the drivers' seat that's been there longer than you can remember (you're not quite sure if it was choso's or sukuna's doing. probably the latter), the ugly banana plushie with a creepy face on it hanging from the rearview mirror.
despite the glaring evidence of years of use and wear and tear, he keeps the thing immaculately clean. even if it's on the brink of death. the seats always smell fresh, with the lingering scent of his cologne. the scent welcomes you, along with the warmth of the blasting heater as you slip into the passenger seat.
"morning." choso smiles, tilting his head so adorably sweetly you think you might melt right into the fabric of his seats.
it'd be a stubborn stain for him to remove, so you refrain from doing so for now.
he's still in his uniform from the record store he works at. hair messy and tied back loosely. his black nail polish is chipping and his faded dark work jeans have definitely seen better days.
he looks absolutely perfect.
in fact, you'd argue, he's prettiest like this.
"morning." you respond shyly, reaching for your seatbelt.
"d'you sleep okay?" he asks as you buckle up.
your cheeks warm immediately, an embarrassed flush spreading over your body.
right. last night.
one minute you'd been on the phone, listening to him talk about music, your racing heart had finally calmed itself from the initial nerve attack from being on the phone with your crush. and of course, the gnawing anticipation of having four of your teeth ripped out of your face in less than twelve hours, but who's keeping count?
the next minute, you'd faceplanted right into your pillow.
not because anything choso had to say was boring. quite the opposite, actually. you could listen to him talk for the rest of your life with a smile on your face.
you love finding out new things about him. you store every little tidbit in a special bank in the centre of your mind labelled 'choso'. he'd probably be weirded out if he realised just how much you remember from meaningless conversations over the years.
listening to him talk calms the most frantic part of your very soul. a soothing balm over every problem that once existed in your hectic mind. it feels like being rocked to sleep. every issue, every stressor, every little thing that occupies space inside your head slowly drifts away, to make room for his presence.
choso tilts his head to meet your downturned, embarrassed gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitches, "you stopped replying to me. i thought you were ignoring me for a minute." he accuses you lightly, "then i heard you snore."
"i don't snore!" you squeak, covering your face with your hands.
he chuckles. a soft breathy sound that sends your skin pebbling.
"whatever you say." he smiles, before blinking in realisation, "oh, i told you i had something for you."
you peek at him between your fingers, a wide-eyed curious expression that makes him laugh again, almost adoringly.
he leans over your lap, the hairs on the back of your neck standing completely straight at the closeness. the glove department clicks open in front of you, and choso pulls out a small paper box.
he holds it out to you. you look at him, then the box, then back at him, hesitating.
he grins, flashing his adorably round canines that have always made your own teeth want to rot out of your head, "take it."
you gulp, then reach for the box. it's light. you give it a little shake, and hear something small rattle around.
choso watches for your every reaction. you blink, and unfold the paper top.
inside sits a tiny embroidered fabric pouch. you undo the drawstrings with clumsy fingers, pulling out a small wooden plaque.
a kenko omamori. a good luck charm from a shrine, specifically for good health and well-being. you hold your tongue to the roof of your mouth, because you know the second you let it loose, you'll squeal. in a desperate effort to calm your racing heart, you admire the thing.
but it doesn't quite help. not when the thread looped through the top is in your favourite colour. did he think of everything?
"choso," your cheeks hurt with how hard you're smiling. your eyes flick back up to meet his. your mind scrambles for the right thing to say. don't say something weird. don't grab his face and kiss him. don't ask him to marry you on the spot. be normal. be normal. be normalโ
"this is so sweet, thank you." you manage finally. close one.
he rubs his nape shyly, shaking his head, "it's no big deal. i was at the shrine with 'kuna and yuuji yesterday. i saw them and i remembered you telling me you were nervous so... i figured it couldn't hurt."
you're throbbing. everywhere.
everywhere.
you swallow thickly and nod, still smiling, "...i'll put it on my bag."
the waiting room smells faintly of disinfectant and cheap coffee. you sit beside choso, nervously bouncing one leg beneath the chair, trying to focus on anything.
like your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the little omamori now tied to your purse zipper.
the receptionists laughing about some juicy office drama you'd typically be much more interested in if you weren't preoccupied saying your final goodbyes to the problem-causers currently sitting in your mouth.
the water cooler on the other side of the room dripping idly in the back.
drip. drip. drip.
"you nervous?"
you glance over. choso's beside you. where he has been for the last five minutes.
"...a little."
"mhm."
"i'm mostly scared they're gonna wake me up halfway through."
"...they won't."
"what if they do?"
"they won't."
"what if they accidentally take all my teeth?"
"...i don't think that's ever happened."
"how do you know?"
"...fair."
you huff a quiet laugh.
he smiles.
mission accomplished.
your name echoes through the waiting room.
both of you look up.
the dental assistant smiles warmly.
"y/n?"
your stomach drops.
"...that's me." you stand. then immediately sit back down. "...wait, i'm scared."
choso blinks. and he smiles softly, faintly amused.
"c'mon. you got it."
walking you all the way to the treatment room doors.
"you'll be alright."
you nod. then shake your head. then nod again.
he chuckles, "i've gotta head back to work. sorry i can't stay."
"don't apologise." you say quickly.
he steps closer, reaches out, and for a moment you think he'll hug you. and you freeze, bracing yourself. that's a new one. he's never done this before.
don't rub your face in his chest, don't smell him, be normalโ
then choso hesitates. and you're both standing there awkwardly, while the doctor stands a few feet away, waiting.
choso clears his throat. then settles for patting your head gently instead. "...good luck."
your heart melts into a puddle.
"i'm driving satoru back after his shift, so i'll see you later. when you're home."
"...okay."
the assistant clears her throat politely, "ready?"
"...no."
choso laughs again.
"you don't have a choice."
"you..." you can't think of anything smart or witty or funny to say, "... you're mean."
"a little."
you smile despite yourself.
"...bye, cho."
"bye."
he waits until the treatment room door closes behind you.
only then does he turn around and head back toward the car.
everything after that becomes blurry.
voices. bright lights. a mask slung over your face.
someone asking you to count backwards.
"...ten...nine...eight...."
and as your vision blurs, all you can see is choso's face, smiling at you, telling you that you can do it.
when your eyes open again, your mouth feels enormous. your cheeks are numb. there's gauze packed between your teeth and gums.
and your thoughts feel like they've been replaced with mashed potatoes.
a nurse helps you walk out of the room, "your ride's waiting outside." she promises.
outside, a white car idles by the curb. the passenger window rolls down. yorozu beams. that big, sweet smile of yours which you still haven't been able to convince yourself is real.
"there she is!" she waves enthusiastically, stepping out of the car, "c'mon, sleepyhead."
you blink at her.
slowly.
maybe you're just loopy, but last time you remembered, you weren't that close with yorozu. definitely not teasing nicknames close.
but maybe she's just trying to be nice. so you swallow, rub your eyes and mumble, "...hi."
as the nurse and yorozu both help you into the passenger seat, you quickly realise the back seats are full.
there's three girls you vaguely recognise from campus. all laughing. all dressed in bikinis beneath oversized shirts. sunglasses on their heads. one of them's holding a bottle of... something alcoholic. the letters on the label swim before your eyes tauntingly. whatever it is, they're passing it around. music pulses quietly through the speakers.
you frown. confused.
"i thought..." your words slur together behind the gauze. "...weren't we...going home?"
"aww," yorozu croons over you like you're an animal in an exhibit as she gets into the drivers' seat, "we are! we're just stopping at the beach first." she says, squishing your stuffed cheek in one hand and turning the ignition with the other, "don't worry. we'll be back at your place before satoru."
"โฆthe beach?"
"mhm. there's a party."
oh. you think about that. maybeโฆ maybe she's just dropping her friends off. that makes sense. probably.
ten minutes later, you realize it did not make sense.
at all.
you're sitting on a wooden bench overlooking the sand. music blasts so loudly you swear you can feel your cranium rattle in your head at each beat. college students laugh. dance. splash into the ocean.
drink.
you squint.
everything feelsโฆ
too bright.
too loud.
too warm.
painfully warm.
this morning, you'd dressed for the dentist. oversized hoodie, sweatpants, thick socks.
because dental clinics were always freezing. it had seemed like a good idea this morning. nowโฆ not so much.
you feel like you're melting. yorozu had walked you over here. patted your head. placed her handbag beside you. then smiled.
"watch this for me, okay? i won't be long."
that had beenโฆ you check your phone sluggishlyโฆeleven minutes ago.
you slowly lift your head.
yorozu is nowhere near you.
well. she is. technically. she's about fifty metres away. laughing. dancing. someone hands her a bottle of apple soju. she throws her head back and drinks straight from it.
you stare in disbelief. that's all you have the energy to do.
your head hurts. you don't feel good. you hug your knees. it's really hot. the music makes your stomach churn.
your eyelids feel heavy.
maybeโฆ
maybe you can just close your eyes for a second.
your phone suddenly buzzes. you jolt and pick it up. the screen is blurry. you squint. satoru calling.
you answer.
"โฆhello..?"
"hey, dummy!"
his cheerful voice immediately fills your ear.
"guess who got off work early?"
"โฆtoru."
"that's right." he says, and you can hear the proud grin in his voice, "you doing okay?"
"mhmโฆ"
"you surviving?"
"โฆyeah."
he chuckles, "i remember getting mine out. it was hell."
you make a pitiful noise in agreement.
"โฆhey." he pauses, bringing the phone closer to his ear, "i hear people."
you blink. "โฆyeah."
"are you outside?"
"mhm."
"the balcony?" he laughs to himself. "aww. did yorozu bring you outside to get some fresh air? that's kinda sweet."
you stare blankly at the ocean.
"โฆno."
he doesn't quite hear you, "see? i knew you guys would get along!"
"toru."
"she's really nice when you get to know her." he goes on, sighing dreamily, "i'm so glad i have her. she's really reliable, y'know?"
"toru." you groan, "shut up."
he gasps, offended, "shut up? drugs make you mean."
"โฆi'm at the beach."
silence.
"โฆhuh?"
"the beach."
another pause.
"โฆthe... beach?"
"mhm."
a little hiccup escapes you.
"โฆyorozu brought me here."
satoru's stomach drops.
the beach.
oh.
no.
his face drains of colour.
the party.
he'd completely forgotten about it.
he'd been invited, but then work came up.
yorozu had complained for nearly an hour after he'd asked her to pick you up instead. she'd wanted to spend the day there.
he'd begged. she'd eventually agreed.
he'd thought it was all resolved. clearly not.
"โฆshe took you there?"
"โฆyeah." you mumble, "she's dancing," your voice is tiny, "โฆi don't feel good. it's hot."
"shit." the curse leaves him before he can stop it. "what the hell is wrong with her!?"
"satoru?" suguru looks over from the freezer section. "you good?"
satoru doesn't answer. he's already moving. the shopping basket nearly tips over as he drops it. "we have to go."
"what?"
"the beach."
"what?"
"my sister."
choso looks up immediately. his expression changes the second he sees satoru's face. "โฆwhat's going on?"
satoru's breathing is uneven. his voice is distant, it sounds like he's put the phone down, but you hear flashes: "y/n... wisdom teeth... yorozu... the beach... party... sick..."
choso doesn't ask another question."put her on speaker."
satoru does. immediately. he holds the phone between them as all four of them rush toward the checkout.
"hey." choso's voice is calm. steady. the exact opposite of satoru's, "y/n?"
you smile sleepily the second you hear him say your name"โฆhiii, chosoooo."
"hey."
you hear footsteps. car doors opening. an engine starting.
"we're coming to get you, okay?"
"โฆokay."
a pause. then you frown.
"โฆyou shouldn't be on the phone while you're driving. โฆthat's dangerous."
a soft laugh escapes him. the familiar breathy one.
"don't worry. your brother's holding the phone."
"โฆoh." you nod to yourself, apparently approving of this decision "โฆthat's good." another pause, "โฆare you driving your car?"
"i am."
"โฆyour car's black."
"it is."
"โฆi like black."
"you do? i thought you liked pink."
your face brightens. "oh! yeah. yuuji's hair is pink." a tiny giggle escapes you, "โฆweird little guy."
choso smiles despite himself. "โฆyeah. he is." he responds, stringing the conversation along as he cruises through the highway, "sukuna's hair is pink too."
"โฆkuna's weird too."
"hey." sukuna deadpans from the back seat.
suguru looks out the window. "take the next left, it's faster."
choso nods once. then brings his attention back to you. "hey. still with me?"
"โฆuh-huh." you hum, "โฆit's hot."
"i know."
you frown, "i'm not wearing sunscreen."
"you can use mine. i keep some in the car."
"that's why you're so pale."
"...is that a compliment?"
"yup." you pop the 'p' absently. "i think."
he chuckles softly, "thanks."
"โฆwelcome." your voice is getting quieter. "โฆi'm sleepy."
"โฆokay." a sleepy giggle bubbles from your throat, "hehโฆchoso."
"hm?"
"โฆyou've got something on your nose."
a beat.
then suguru starts laughing. sukuna snorts. even satoru lets out one strained laugh.
choso sighs, bringing a hand up to touch the dark black line that stretches over his nose and his cheeks, "โฆit's a birthmark."
you continue giggling, clearly amused by this phenomenon. "funny." you squint. "โฆdon't take it off. i liiiiike it."
for just a second, choso's grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel. then he clears his throat, dropping his hand from his face.
"โฆthanks."
the car falls quiet again. only for a moment.
satoru pipes up again, still panicked, "how are we gonna find her when we get there?"
the other murmur quietly, concerned as well.
"hey, y/n?" choso says, "โฆdo you know where you are?"
you blink slowly, "โฆuhhhโฆ" you think deeply, "water's blue." your eyebrows furrow, "โฆhurts my eyes."
sukuna sighs. "real helpful."
"shut up," choso mutters automatically before speaking into the phone again. "you're doing great. what else can you see?"
you look around. everything swims together in dizzy little circles that make you feel sick all over again, "i..." your voice wobbles. "โฆi dunno." your eyes suddenly sting. "โฆi'm sorry."
choso's voice comes back instantly, much softer than you remember it, "hey. it's okay. you don't have to apologise."
"butโฆ" a tear slips down your cheek. you sniff, "โฆi can't find it." your words dissolve into a quiet hiccup.
"that's okay. we'll find you."
"oh." you grin again immediately, "thanks choso. hey, you're like dora."
"he has the haircut too." suguru chimes in.
"shut up." choso shoots back again.
"sukuna's the backpack." you continue rambling, "suguru's map... and toru's boots. you've got the whole crew."
"why am i a monkey?" satoru huffs behind the phone.
"makes sense." sukuna snickers.
"shut up, backpack!"
"...'cuz boots is an albino?" you mutter, as if it's obvious.
satoru lets out an offended sputter, and the other three laugh at him. he crosses his arms poutily, "it'll be your own family."
"my head hurts." you complain drowsily, "it's too hot. i wanna go home."
choso's attention turns back to you, and his voice stays impossibly gentle. "we're gonna find you, i promise. we're almost there."
satoru feels something inside him twist. his little sister, the girl he's spent his entire life raising, protecting and keeping safe, drugged up, sick and overheating in the sun, all because he trusted the wrong person.
choso takes another right, and the bright blue ocean comes into view.
your brother grips at the edge of the seat anxiously as choso pulls into the parking lot, and the four of them get out.
they quickly decide the best course of action is to split up. sukuna and suguru head toward the volleyball courts. satoru and choso follow the path down to the shore
his eyes constantly sweep over every bench, every umbrella, every group.
"there." choso points.
satoru's head snaps up and follows the direction of his friend's hand. a familiar oversized hoodie. someone slumped over on a wooden bench with a red handbag beside them.
satoru doesn't even wait. he sprints. people jump out of his way.
"y/n!"
you slowly lift your head. your eyes struggle to focus.
"toruโฆ" half-asleep relief floods your face.
he drops into a crouch in front of you immediately. both hands cup your cheeks. "hey. hey, dummy. i'm here."his voice shakes. "you okay?"
you blink at him, slow, one eye after the other, and if the circumstances were any better, he'd probably tease you and tell you that you look like a baby frog.
"hotโฆ" you mutter.
his shoulders give in with guilt, and he hugs you, cradling the back of your head like you're something precious. because you are. you're his baby sister. and he let you get hurt. "i'm sorry, so so so sorry."
you don't understand why he's apologising. your eyes drift shut. before they can, another familiar face appears beside him.
and you immediately grin around your gauze, "chooosooooo..."
choso kneels too. smiles softly, "hey." he greets you, one hand lands reassuringly on satoru's shoulder. "she's okay. just overheated. and high."
satoru nods quickly, trying his best to stay logical, "right."
his composure lasts for all of five seconds, because then his eyes catch the handbag sitting beside you. bright red.
he recognises it immediately.
yorozu.
his jaw clenches.
choso notices, "i've got her." he gives satoru a knowing look. "youโฆ" his eyes flick toward the crowd, "โฆdeal with this."
satoru stands, picking up the bag and glaring at it like it was the one that drove you here and abandoned you on a hot bench drugged up and sick. his fingers grip into the leather with disdain, and it takes everything in him not to rip the thing to shreds right here.
you giggle, "calm dooown, papa. it's just a bag..."
"funny." he mutters, before he looks back at choso over his shoulder, "you sure?"
"i can carry her." he says without a lick of hesitation.
suguru walks over, sukuna trailing close behind "you need help?"
choso shakes his head, "i've got her."
your ears perk up, "โฆcarry me?" you brighten instantly.
the four men laugh.
even satoru manages a tiny smile.
"yeah." choso says.
you let out a delighted squeal, before realising you're supposed to act normal. nonchalant. you clear your throat, looking away, "uhhh... i mean... that's cool. whatever."
sukuna snorts. then looks at satoru, "you gonna dump her?"
"i'm not fucking starting with her after this."
"great." sukuna says, pulling out his phone, "need this on video." as per usual, if sukuna isn't a part of a fight, he's stood there, with his phone out, making sure he gets all of it. purely for his own sadistic entertainment.
suguru sighs, "have some class."
"shut up, you wanna see it too."
"i do," suguru says, "get a good angle."
the three of them head toward the party. toward yorozu, who miraculously still hasn't noticed that she's been found out.
choso steps in front of you before you can see where they're going, blocking your view.
"hey." he smiles that same sleepy smile, "you alright?"
you pout, dramatically, "โฆno. dying."
"i figured." he slips an arm behind your back, hoisting you up onto your very unstable feet, "let's go back to my car. the cooler's on."
he starts lifting you, and you wobble, immediately collapsing against his chest instead.
"oh." he catches you instinctively. his brows knit together. he presses a hand to your forehead, where a film of sweat sticks your baby hairs onto your skin. nature's gel, some may call it.
you feel hot. really hot. way hotter than you should. even accounting for the weather today.
he scoops you up. one arm beneath your knees. the other supporting your back. like you weigh nothing.
"โฆwhoa." you mumble as your world tilts. then your eyes meet his, and you touch his cheek, testing if he's real. "โฆhi."
he chuckles quietly, "hi."
he carries you back up the trail, and to his parked car.
he opens the door, the blast of cold air makes you sigh almost immediately.
"ohhhhโฆ" you gasp, pressing your face into the cold window pane in pure bliss.
choso settles you carefully into the back seat before climbing in after you, laughing softly at your relief. he senses the urgency, and reaches over the front seats, turns the air conditioning up to full. the blast floods the car.
you practically melt, "โฆniceโฆ"
he smiles, tilting his head at you, "better?"
"mhmโฆ" without thinking, you start tugging frantically at your hoodie. "it's hot."
your sleeve catches around your wrist. you tug harder. it refuses to budge. another tug. still stuck. until you pull harder, and your hand disappears into the sleeve.
"oh..." your eyes suddenly fill with tears as you wave around the limp sleeve. "my arm's gone..." you sob, full of grief.
"โฆhey." choso immediately scoots closer, trying his best not to laugh at your misfortune, "it's in here. lemme help you."
you sniffle, "โฆ'kay."
he carefully helps free your arm before gently pulling the hoodie over your head, leaving you in your cartoon print t-shirt that you'd had no intention of showing to the world today, especially not to choso. thankfully, it seems that anaesthesia comes with free humiliation immunity. how thoughtful.
"there's your arm."
you sigh with relief, hugging the arm to your chest with your other, "you're my favourite arm." you mumble. "m' gonna keep you forever." you crane your neck and pucker your lips, smacking a bloody, gauze-y wet kiss to your arm, "mwuuuah."
a tiny smile tugs at choso's mouth. "he didn't. he made us stop at the grocery store. he bought your ice cream."
your brows lift.
"โฆreally?"
"mhm. he made all of us come. he spent forever choosing snacks."
"โฆoh."
"โฆhe's not a liar."
"i love my big brother." you sigh, as you curl against the seat.
quiet. for a moment.
then choso speaks again.
"โฆhey. do you know what happened?"
you blink.
"โฆhuh?"
"with yorozu."
you think. then slowly shake your head. "โฆnoโฆ but... i don't like her." a tear rolls down your cheek. "โฆshe's mean."
choso's brows knit together. "โฆmean?"
you nod miserably. "the other day... i was eating my apple fritter, n' she saidโฆ" you scrunch your face, trying your best to mimic her expression, "'ew.'" a wobble enters your voice. "'that's gross.' and that made me sadโฆ 'cuz i like apple fritters."
you look utterly devastated.
choso bites the inside of his cheek. desperately trying not to smile. he nods solemnly, furrowing his brows as if your tale of sorrow truly pains him, "that sounds awfulโฆ i'm sorry."
voices rise outside. loud. angry. you and choso turn toward the window.
satoru. suguru. sukuna, very much recording. yorozu running after them.
"please!" she grabs satoru's arm. "i'm sorry!"
he tears it away, "i'm done."
"you can't be serious!"
"you left my little sister drugged, alone and overheating in the sun."
"it was a mistake!"
"a mistake?" he laughs bitterly. "you disappeared for twenty minutes. how much longer would you have left her there if i didn't call her?"
"i was coming back!"
"you were drinking."
"it was only one bottle! i could still drive!"
satoru stares. "โฆyou drank. and you were still planning to drive her home?"
yorozu quickly realises this isn't the tactic. so instead, her voice rises, high, pitchy and whiny, "satoruuu! you said you'd never yell at me!"
suguru bursts into laughter. sukuna doubles over beside him, still filming, "this is incredible."
"UGH!" she finally screams, "i never wanted you anyways! i only agreed to get with you so i could get closer to sukuna!"
"SUKUNA?" your brother repeats in disbelief.
"ME?!" sukuna cackles, almost dropping his phone.
voices continue colliding.
"...i knew it." choso mutters under his breath, watching the fight.
you look up at choso. "โฆwhat're they saying?"
he gently shakes his head. "you don't need to listen."
you frown. "โฆare they breaking up because of me? i don't want toru to be sad."
"he'll be okay." he reaches into the centre console, "you wanna hear something?"
your sleepy gaze follows his phone, "โฆokay."
soft music begins playing through the speakers.
quiet.
gentle.
soothing. there's a voice. deep, raspy, vaguely familiar. but you can't quite put your finger on it. you know this voice. who is it?
you give up trying to locate the source, instead dropping your shoulders and appreciating the art. you sigh happily.
"โฆwhat's this?"
"it's myโ" he stops himself, looking away. and hesitates, "it's... a friend of mine made it." he glances over, "what do you think?"
"โฆi like it."
"you can be honest."
you huff, offended that he'd accuse you of lying, "i am."
"alright, my bad." he chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender, "i thought you were just being nice like usual."
"you..." your grin immediately goes lopsided. you put a hand on your chest, gesturing at yourself, "you... think i'm nice?"
"yeah." he smiles, "course i do."
"heh... well i guess... i am prettyโ"
"you're yuuji's friend."
your smile immediately falters. "โฆoh."
yuuji.
stupid yuuji.
pink-haired fuck. you're gonna hit him the next time you see him.
you don't even get to simmer in your rage at your own best friend.
your stomach lurches. you freeze, panicked "uhโฆ"
choso pauses the music immediately, "hey? you okay?" he asks, eyes raking over you in concern.
you shake your head rapidly. one hand clamps over your mouth.
he knows instantly.
"oh. okay. it's alright."
he reaches for the door handle to open it and let you stick your head out.
nothing.
he pulls harder.
still nothing.
"โฆshit."
he tries the other door.
stick.
the front.
still jammed.
of course.
fucking sukuna's old car.
the stupid doors jammed every other week. half the time, whoever sat in the back would have to crawl through the trunk to get out. but you clearly don't have that kind of time or agility.
you make a desperate gagging noise. your eyes are wide with panic, "iโฆ"
he immediately looks back at you, "it's okay." he starts frantically rolling the window down.
the motor groans. painfully. slowly. "come onโฆ" he hisses, begging the ancient piece of junk.
the window crawls downward. an inch. then another. then another.
you whimper.
he looks back at you apologetically. "i'm sorry. you can throw up in here if you need to, it's okay. i needed to clean the seats anyway."
you shake your head desperately, "noโฆ" needing to throw up in front of your crush is bad enough. all over the interior of his car? not happening.
finally, the window is low enough.
"c'mere." he slides closer, one arm wraps around your shoulders, the other gently steadies the back of your head as he hoists you up and helps lean you out the window. his hands move quickly, pulling the spit-soaked bloody gauze out of your mouth.
outside, the argument is still going.
"โฆshe's not even that sick!" yorozu snaps.
before satoru can answer, the unmistakable sound cuts through the entire car park.
you retching, violently, down the entire side of choso's black car.
his hand never leaves your back. he rubs slow circles between your shoulder blades.
"it's okay, you're okay. i've got you."
tears stream down your face. whether from embarrassment, the nausea, or the overwhelming humiliation of throwing up on your crush's car, you don't know.
"ew!" yorozu recoils, jumping back.
satoru doesn't even look at her. he's already running. "y/n!" by the time he reaches the car, your body goes limp. "โฆy/n?"
choso carefully pulls you back inside. one hand cradles your jaw. the other wipes your mouth clean with the sleeve of his hoodie without a second thought.
"y/n?" he calls your name. nothing. his expression changes immediately. concern replaces every trace of calm, "y/n," he gently pats your cheek, "โฆcan you hear me?"
silence. he looks up at satoru.
"she passed out."
satoru's face drains of colour. "sh-she was fine a minute ago, wasn't she?"
"yeah. it's probably just the meds. and the heat. she'll be fine." choso's voice stays level, "we need to take her to the e.r."
chapter 4 โ masterlist โ chapter 6
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
[ a/m ] SAWRRY for the delay on this one cuties im currently sick and dying, and it took me a while to push thru and finish these written chapters,, if ur reading this as i'm posting the next chapter should be out in a few mins!! and hopefully the next couple smau chapters will be out tmr after i get back from work if i'm not dead by then ๐ฅบ ALSO sorry this is so much reading lawlll i tried cutting down the words a little but i'm too tired to do any more, i pwomise smau chapters after the next one
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syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
syn. you've had a crush on your big brother's friend and bandmate, choso, since you became best friends with his little brother, yuuji (totally not because his brother's hot. whaaaat who even said that?) in middle school. now, you're all in college, and your feelings have done nothing but grow. you want to confess, but your only barrier is the looming question; does he feel the same way, or is he just being nice because he sees you as a little sister? oh, and even if he does, how would your tremendously protective older brother feel about his baby sister getting with his friend?
cw/tags. rockstar!drummer!stoner!choso x gojo's little sister! reader, college au, 5 yr age gap between cho and reader, 1st+2nd yrs aged up to be college age, mental health/depression, drug usage/addiction (+rehabilitation!!!) gojo is veryyy overprotective of reader, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes, implied smut/sex (no written sex scenes). fanart in banner drawn by me!!!
