Need That || Choso Kamo pt.1
Cw: swearing, weed mentions
texts +LARGE written section
Choso chalked up the lack of response to you being busy. He was surprised you were even in the tutoring program if he was being honest. You worked at some theme park on the weekends, Monday-Wednesday you were a TA in three separate classes, Friday, you volunteered at the animal shelter downtown.
Granted, he knew it was probably for credit and to look good on job applications later, but it was still mad impressive to him. And now, on your only off day, you were tutoring the biggest fuck up in Sigma-Delta House. Ryomen had been on his ass about grades all semester and finally signed up Choso for tutoring without the latter’s knowledge.
Not that he minded now anyway, not when his tutor was hot as fuck, and smart too. The first session he couldn't stop glancing at her lips when she was looking down at the textbook he'd brought- and also never opened. He'd swallowed when her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she looked up to explain something.
He was pretty sure he had evaded her seeing his gaze, she hadn't mentioned it. He stalked her social media that night- and by stalked, he'd only seen her profile picture because her account was private.
He debated asking Satoru to request to follow her for him but he definitely threw that thought out at the mere thought of that albino rat talking to her.
He shook his head with a groan as he strode down one sidewalk of the quad, a hand rubbing over his face. His view was only obstructed for a few seconds but in those seconds, he collided with someone. His hands darted out on instinct, hands steadying the girl by her hips- you, he realized.
“Woah, sor-” he paused, noting the tears streaming down your cheeks. “What happened?” He asks, releasing his grip on you but staying close.
“Sorry,” you sniff, shaking your head, “it’s stupid.”
“Well, you're crying, so it can’t be all that stupid.” He said, wry smile on his lips, he schooled his expression back when he realized you weren't laughing.
“My professor- in my astrophysics, he gave me online assignments to grade. So, I did- based on the rubric. Some guy got pissed off that I gave him low marks because he didn't correctly explain how he came to his conclusions, he just wrote the answers. My professor was on my side when the guy made a complaint and since it was an online test, there was supposed to be a recording.”
“So, my prof went to the video records and saw that the guy had something obstructing the feed. The guy said he has a computer cover and he forgot to remove it but my professor looked into it and the guy had actually been on sites during the test and was getting answers- and they were basic questions too! Like ‘What holds galaxies together?’ And then for ‘The study of the origin, evolution, and structure of the universe,’ he wrote 'cosmetology’...”
Choso looked at you blankly at that and you sighed.
“It’s 'cosmology,’ which should be easy for anyone in our class to remember. Cosmetology is like skincare and makeup.”
Choso hummed. “So, he got caught cheating and is pissed at you?”
“More than pissed, his ‘lawyer’ sent me an email that if I don’t take back my 'complaint,’ that I'd be sued for defamation. If the guy had a real lawyer, he'd see that I didn't file any complaint, our professor did. Plus, he can't sue me for defamation since I never said anything publicly.”
“He's trying to sue you?” He snorted, pursing his lips when your teary eyes glared up at him.
“It’s serious! If he actually tries to go through with this bullshit, it could get on my record, future employers will see that and even if it’s proven false, they'll see that I've been in drama and decide that they don’t need that in-”
“Geez, you're quite the overthinker.” He gave you a look when you glared again. “He's not gonna sue you, stop stressing. You're tense enough as is.”
“You don’t know if I'm tense.” You scoff.
“Right, the string holding you pin straight is just my imagination.”
“What kind of analogy is that?"
“I don't know, I watched a scooby-doo episode with my brother about puppets last night, still fresh on the mind.”
“You have a brother?” You ask, brow furrowing.
“Two actually, Ryomen and a little brother, Yuji.”
“Your frat leader Ryomen?”
“So, you're a nepo-frat guy.”
Choso snorted. “I guess I qualify in that regard, yeah.”
"You guys look nothing alike."
"We get that a lot, yeah." He said, small smile on his lips.
“How old is Yuji? If he's watching scooby-doo?”
“Oh, he's a baby. He's four.”
“Wh-? I thought you moved here from LA? Your parents moved here too?”
“Actually they uh..they passed away a few years ago.”
“Oh- Shit, I'm sorry.” He waved you off.
“No, no, don’t be. Unless you killed them.” He looked at you with mock suspicion.
“They were murdered?!” You ask, appalled.
“No,” he laughed. “You're so easy.” You swat at his arm.
“Shut up! I thought I'd brought up decades of trauma!”
“Relax, my trauma’s buried deep.”
You pursed your lips, head tilting. “I don’t think that's the reassurance I was hoping for.”
“It’s all I got, princess.” He said in faux exasperation.
“So, does Yuji live in the frat house?” You change the subject.
“Nah, Ryo and I are off campus, he got special permission since our dad was the biggest donor for so long, it apparently was in his contract with the school.”
“Must be nice to have security like that- not to sound like bitter, I'm being gen-”
“I know, you're too cute to be mean.” He said playfully, patting your head and smirking when you once again swat at him.
“Stop hitting on me, Kamo.”
“Stop being so likeable, L/n.” He hummed.
“I think you need to raise your standards.”
Choso looked at you weird. “You're like…the standard.”
You snorted. “Hardly. I'm not really pretty, I'm always busy, don’t prioritize friends-”
“Okay- busy, friends, I can get. But pretty? Y/n, you're…beautiful.”
“No, but I think you need your prescription checked. You're beautiful, physically, yeah, but also your ambition and ethic.”
“..Um, thank.,you.” You said awkwardly, looking like you hadn't received a compliment, maybe ever.
“...Yeah. Well. I gotta run, Yuji gets out of daycare soon and I promised I'd take him to get a spiderman hoodie from the mall if he behaved all week.”
“Right, yeah. Sorry for taking time from your-”
“Stop apologizing, I liked talking to you. And don’t worry about the cheating situation, I'll take care of it.”
“What do you mean you’ll-” he smiled, already starting to rush off. “Kamo! What the hell do you mean you'll take care of it!?” You yelled after him, rolling your eyes when he disappeared from view.
“Who’s the chick?” Toji asked Choso when he rounded the corner toward the parking lot, having seen you two talking.
“Off limits.” Choso said.
