Yuji opens the back door of the bar, Y/n rushing in. "Thank you so much, that line was so fucking long.." The girl groaned, thanking her friend.
“Yeah, yeah.. go, hurry before the song ends!”
Yuji pushed her through another door, the vibrations getting louder, just like the music.
The sound of drums, the sound of guitars, the speakers blasting Gojo’s voice, Choso’s faintly in the background.
Y/n’s eyes searched, finding him at the front of the stage. He was focused, yet a lost look on his face.
She pushed through the crowd, finding her way to the front, right next to Maki and the others.
“Y/n! Your boyfriend has been so sad without you!” Inumaki screamed over the noise.
Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling her bag move. As she turned her head, she saw Maki and Tsumiki with her camera, recording the band and then themselves.
Noritoshi screamed his brothers name at the top of his lungs, causing the older guy to look up.
Maki giggled as she zoomed in on Choso’s face then panned to Y/n.
Choso’s eyes were wide. He saw what he had been yearning for the whole night, who he had been yearning for every night. His smile grew wide, a smile only Y/n usually saw. All his teeth shown, his ears pink, his muscles tense.
The girls expression was similar. Her smile was wide, awkward, her eyes squinted, her cheeks tinted. Her hand sent him an aggressive wave.
The song came to and end and Gojo’s voice echoed before Geto spoke. “We’re gonna take a quick water break, enjoy the mix!” Yuta tapped something on the groups laptop before they all placed their instruments down.
Choso quickly hopped off the stage, slightly running towards the crowd. “Are you okay? You took so long to get here.”
The man’s large hands cupped her waist, her hands resting on his biceps.
“I’m fine, just some traffic.” Her eyes staring right into his, that glimmer in her eyes, her big eyes, her dilated pupils, “Promise.”
His eyes shut as he completely pulled her in, lifting her up a bit. “I thought you weren’t coming..” her arms didn’t hesitated to wrap around his neck.
Their friends were giddy just watching them. Noritoshi’s arm slumped over Tsumiki as they watched. Yuta going over to his girlfriend and best friend with two beers.
The others ushered him away, following after.
Choso set the girl down, whispering in her ear as his hands ran up and down her waist. “Let’s go outside..”
The butterflies in Y/n’s stomach did backflips, “okay..” his hands guided her outside the building, into the parking lot, leaving the door cracked open.
“Smoke break?” Her eyebrows furrowed, turning towards him.
A small smile casted on his face. “You look so beautiful..” Choso’s voice spoke quietly under the moonlight. “No smoking, just us..”
“You? Saying no to a cigarette?” A small laugh played from the girls mouth. “You look good too, by the way.”
“I’ve missed you, it’s been a while since a movie night.” His fingers moved a piece of hair out of her face. “Why don’t we grab something to eat after this?”
In all honestly, she was tired. It had been a long day. Too much driving, bunch of filming, but now it was just her and him. “Okay, only if you’re paying!” She teased him.
“I always pay.”
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Y/n laughed at some corny joke that Choso made. His head rested on her stomach, his body between her legs, his hands sprawled on her thighs. Their bodies were entangled. Intimate.
“You’re so stupid..” She giggled.
He looked up at her through his eyebrows. “Your laugh is so pretty.”
The girl worried that Choso could hear how fast her heart was beating, no, it was pounding. Every compliment he made, every action he did, she could barely handle his stare.
They were in Choso’s bed, Noritoshi was sleeping over Tsumiki’s, Yuji was sleeping over at Megumi and Gojo’s house.
They had gotten cheeseburgers, the wrappers now discarded on the bedroom floor.
Y/n had changed into Choso’s shirt, his large sweatpants, the clothes swallowed her whole. Choso thought it was adorable, his small girl in his clothes.
“Stop doing that.” She scolded the boy. “Stop saying shit that makes me feel so.. weird.”
His eyes only trailed over her. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her tiny ears, her small shoulders, her arms, her hands, her fingers, her waist, her legs, everything about her was so precious to him.
So pure, so perfect.
“You think Noritoshi is finally gonna make a move on Tsumiki?” He randomly asked her.
“I fucking hope.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean they act so much more than friends, yet nothing has happened. She’s scared too though.”
“So is he,” Choso began. “But you know, I get it.”
“They don’t want to ruin what they have.” Their voices overlapped, both of them awkwardly laughing afterwards.
At least Noritoshi and Tsumiki knew how they felt about one another.
Choso and Y/n were a lost cause.
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A/N: situationship final boss? check this out on wattpad!
Y/n let’s out a small breath after entering her apartment; slipping her shoes off and throwing her shopping bags onto the ground.
She collects herself, finally ‘hearing’ silence after being out all day with her friends. She had told herself and her vlog that she was going to stay in tonight, but here she was.
She could’ve easily said that she had some editing to do, which was true. However, a night out at Rudy’s, watching Choso play?
That’s something she definitely did not want to miss out on.
She places her shopping bags and purse on her kitchen counter before heading towards her room with her camera, placing it down on her vanity before pressing record.
“Okay, so I know I said I was gonna have a chill night, but the band just booked a last minute gig at this new, popular, bar!” Y/n exclaimed, dragging out some of her words. “I need to go.”
She grabbed her camera, flipping it to face her closet. “I’m thinking mini skirt,” She started. “But what top..”
She pondered for a minute, staring at her full closet. She had so many possibilities of what to wear right in front of her. “Ugh, this is impossible!”
She chose 3 tops, all of which would look good with tights and a pair of gogo boots.
She laid them out on her bed before picking her camera back up. “I hate being indecisive,” the girl complained. “I’ll call Miki!”
Her phone dialed Tsumiki’s number, face timing her.
Y/n’s camera pointed towards her phone, Tsumiki’s face popping up.
“Oh, hello vlog!” The girls voice displaying, her lips smiling brightly, before setting her phone done, now out of view.
“Tsumiki, I need help!” Y/n turned her phone camera around. “Which shirt tonight?”
Tsumiki’s face is shown once again, looking down at her phone. “Your boobs look great in the second one, Choso will be gaucking at you!”
“TSUMIKI, IM RECORDING!”
Both girls giggled before the older one spoke again. “Definitely the second one.”
—
Y/n stood in front of the tall mirror at the entrance of her apartment, her camera facing the mirror.
“So, this is the fit, went with the tight lace shirt, and no! Not because of what Tsumiki said.” She slightly lied, but who could tell?
“Alright, let’s go!”
The girl recorded a small montage, gathering things, zipping her shoes, locking her door, and getting to her car in general before she placed the camera down on the dash and spoke.
“GPS says 15 minutes, but with Downtown traffic it’s like 30.” She looked down at her phone. “So, I’ll be there 10 minutes late! Per usual!”
She shut her camera off, placing it in the passenger seat before playing music then backing out of her parking spot.
As she reached a red light, the same light that always takes 3 minutes to turn green, her mind wandered.
She hadn’t seen Choso in almost two weeks, that was a long time for them.
When she last saw him, she was over at his house, hanging out with Noritoshi and Inumaki, apparently Choso had a date.
Noritoshi didn’t want to tell her, but he felt like he had to.
However, Y/n knew it didn’t end well. Because there Choso was, at her door step the next day.
He brought her favorite, ramen and beer. And then they laid on the couch and watched a movie.
However, they did lay a lot closer then two friends should.
She and Choso had never done anything with each other. Ever.
Maybe it was the age difference, only 3 years. Maybe it was that he was Geto’s close friend, but he was her friend too. Maybe he was too mature for her, yet they laugh at the same things.
Maybe..
Y/n heard a car honk from behind, her mind cleared up, seeing that the light ahead of her was green.
Her thoughts began to fog up as entered a busy street, many stops, many lights, one long street.
In the 14 years that she’s known Choso, he has never tried to use her, hurt her, touch her in any harmful way.
Y/n was off limits for him, she was Suguru’s little sister. Y/n was the neighbor girl, their windows faced each other, he knew almost everything about the girl.
Her favorite foods, her favorite movies, how she reacted when his hand ever so slightly touched her thigh, she only ever reacted to his touch.
The way she starred at him as he played, the way her clothes hug her body, even the way her perfume lingers after she leaves a room.
Choso threw his head back as he watched the bar owner unlock the doors to the, a line of people standing outside.
Everyone but Y/n was there, they were let in early.
Nanami, Shoko, and Haibara sat at the bar, Shoko already on her second drink.
Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi sat at a booth in the corner of the bar eating snacks as Noritoshi, Tsumiki, Maki, and Inumaki stood in the middle of the bar, waiting for people to come in so the band could start playing.
“I don’t know, she did say she was coming.” Tsumiki replied to Inumaki, who questioned where Y/n was. “I helped her pick out her top.”
Her words caused Choso to perk his head up. “So, Y/n’s coming?” He spoke, a little too excitingly.
“What, you want her to show up Choso?” Maki began to tease. “You wanna look at her during the entire show, playing the bass, singing those background lyrics?”
The older man’s neck and ears turned flushed, it was quite a scene. A tough looking guy with tattooed arms and piercings blushing.
Noritoshi started laughing before his brother glared at him, that didn’t stop him though.
“Choso, she’s wearing a mini skirt!” Inumaki joined into the taunting.
Tsumiki smirked. “With this shirt that hugs her chest, so fucking nicely!”
And just before he could reply, people began to pour in, the bar becoming crowded very quickly.
Choso could only wonder where Y/n was.
The girl bounced her left leg repeatedly, watching some people cross the road. “Fuck, I’m so late.”
Caught in the chaos of school, vlogging, and the tangled web of friendships that make up their oversized, messy found family, she thought she had her boundaries figured out. But when it comes to Reverse Curse — her brother’s band — and its quiet, older bassist, Choso Kamo, the lines start to blur.Between secret glances, late-night rehearsals, and a friend group full of complicated relationships and unspoken feelings, it’s hard to tell where the loyalty ends and the longing begins.
Some things are meant to stay hidden..
but some lines are meant to be crossed.
Date: 05/01/25 - …
A/N: hi! soo this is my first story that I am truly dedicated to in over 7 months, so I promise to try my best with this! Also, I am a student and finals are coming up, so I’m sorry if I can’t put out so much, it’s a lot with studying, work, and school in general. enjoy!
