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[cececocogirl]

"Who ordered the 3 course set? Oh wait it’s me."

A little rendered doodle of Choso, Sukuna and Toji in my fanfiction : "my roommate’s work" 🫣

Working on chapter 3 aswell!

[cececocogirl]

⋆ ˚ : ⋆ ˚｡⋆ My roomate’s work.. ⟢

Chapter 2 : a suspicious job .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⠀☽ ‧₊˚ミ☆ synopsis: Ever since you and Choso became roommates, he's been going out far more often than usual. At first, you didn't think much of it. Everyone needed space sometimes. But lately, he's been coming home at four in the morning with bloodshot eyes, crumpled bills stuffed into his pockets, and a strange scent clinging to his clothes. You tell yourself there's a reasonable explanation. After all, you've known Choso since childhood. He isn't reckless.

He would never start smoking… right?

WARNING : MDNI, plug!choso, roomatechoso, smoking, fem!reader, both of yall are in not so good financial situation, choso and reader are both 18+, stoner!toji, and stoner!sukuna mention. College no curse au, mention of violence, getting high, choso is lowk nonchalant, reader got an attitude, Hints of sub!choso dom!choso ( most of the times but in some cases..) prideful reader.

Pairings: plug!choso x fem!reader

Note from the author: hii guys! This is my first fanfiction ever so please don’t expect some pro level writing.. also I wanted to add that I am not a native English speaker so my words may look mixed up or weird and I would appreciate if you would let me know if there’s any editing I need to make I also would like feedback on this fanfic showcasing my favorite jjk character, Choso Kamo, I hope you enjoy!

Ps: Couldn’t find the artist please help ..also listen to "Diamonds and pearls" by OSA on first part and "Drugs and money" by Chase Atlantic on last if you can!

You woke up.

A short breath escaped your lips.

Something felt off.

You pushed the blankets aside and sat up. The apartment was quiet..

Too quiet.

Usually, even this late at night, you could hear something from Choso's room.

The muffled sound of music.

A video playing on his phone.

The creak of his chair.

Something.

But tonight?

Nothing.

You slipped out of bed and made your way across the apartment, the cold floor sending a shiver up your legs.

A few soft knocks landed against his door.

"Cho?"

No answer.

You frowned.

That wasn't normal.

Choso was a night owl.

Most nights he was awake longer than you.

"Cho...?"

Still nothing.

A strange feeling got in your stomach.

"I'm coming in.."

The door opened with a quiet creak.

The room was empty.

His bed remained perfectly made.

Untouched.

You stepped inside.

The familiar space immediately surrounded you.

Music posters covered part of the wall, their edges slightly peeling with age.

His desk was cluttered with broken hair ties he kept forgetting to throw away.

Aswell as several books. Scattered..

Most people would've expected textbooks.

Instead, titles about blood composition, hematology, and vascular systems stared back at you.

One of them was opened halfway through, a page covered in notes and highlighted passages.

"what the—…"

Why does this man own twelve books about blood??

...

Creepy.

Near the wall rested his black Solovair boots.

Worn.

Still holding together despite how old they looked.

Very Choso.

You glanced around again.

Everything was exactly where it should be.

Except for Choso.

"Where is he—"

A breath brushed the back of your neck.

"Weren't you in bed?"

You gasped.

nearly jumping out of your skin.

BAM!

Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest thing in reach and swung.

The shoe hit its target with surprising force.

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Then… you looked up.

It was Choso.

Of course it was Choso.

The shoe which was his actually slowly slid down the front of his hoodie before landing on the floor.

He didn't even flinch.

His eyes lowered to the shoe.

Then returned to you.

Expressionless.

You hated when he did that.

Years of friendship had taught you one thing :

Choso moved far too quietly for a man his size.

Half the time he appeared out of nowhere like some kind of creature lurking in the shadows.

"...You threw my shoe at me."

"You scared me half to death!"

"I noticed."

His voice remained completely flat.

Which somehow made it even more annoying.

"Gosh, Cho! What's wrong with you?" you whisper-yelled, pressing a hand against your chest. "Did I hurt you?"

Choso glanced down at the shoe.

Then back at you.

"No."

A pause.

"But why are you in my room?"

You opened your mouth to apologize before remembering something.

The front door.

You had heard it close right before falling asleep.

Your eyes narrowed.

"Wait."

Choso immediately knew that tone.

"Where were you?"

Silence.

"It's two in the morning."

"Don't worry about it."

"Choso."

"I was, uh..."

His gaze dropped to the shoe still lying on the floor.

He bent down to pick it up.

"Don't hit people with my shoe—"

"Don't avoid the question!"

You crossed your arms.

Your oversized sweatshirt rode up slightly as you tried your best to look intimidating.

Choso's eyes lingered on it for a second.

Then another.

"...Is that my sweatshirt?"

You froze.

Heat came rushing on your face

"What did I just say?"

"Is it?"

"Choso!"

"Is it mine?"

"W-What if it is? It's comfortable!"

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Successful distraction.

But then—

His smile dissapeared.

The man sighed.

Should he tell you?

The truth sat heavily in his chest.

No.

He couldn't.

You'd worry..

You always worried.

And besides...

This wasn't permanent.

He was only doing this until he found a real job.

Just long enough to keep the apartment.

Just long enough to keep both of you stable.

That's all.

"I found a job."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

Your eyes widened.

Then immediately lit up.

"No way."

The exhaustion vanished from your face in an instant.

"Choso, I'm so happy for you!"

Before he could react, you threw your arms around him.

Warmth spread through his chest.

Then higher.

His blood warmed in his cheeks.

A dangerous feeling.

The kind he had spent years trying to ignore whenever you smiled at him.

"Y-Yeah..."

His entire body went rigid.

His heart skipped a beat.

His voice sounded weaker than usual.

"It's mostly during the night."

You pulled back slightly.

"What is it?"

His stomach dropped.

There it was..

The question.

The easy answer would've been the truth.

But Instead…

"I'm a delivery man."

The lie felt awful the moment it left his mouth.

Well..technically.

He DID deliver things.

Just not the right kind of packages.

You smiled.

Proud.

Relieved.

And most importantly, happy.

And somehow that made it worse.

Because Choso wasn't struggling to lie.

He was struggling with who he was lying to.

His longtime crush.

As you sat down on the edge of his bed, you watched him move around the room.

His hoodie landed on a nearby chair.

One by one, he undid his hair, letting the dark strands fall freely on his face.

You quickly looked away.

Not because he had done anthing weird.

But because suddenly, for some reason, looking at him felt different.

While your attention was elsewhere, Choso quietly opened a drawer and slipped something inside before closing it again.

"Go back to sleep."

You barely heard him.

Your thoughts had already wandered.

The image of him standing beneath the dim apartment lights lingered stubbornly in your mind.

And then there was the tattoo.

A narrow band of black ink crossed the bridge of his nose, sharp and deliberate.

You had seen it thousands of times before.

Study sessions.

Movie nights.

Yet tonight it seemed different.

It looked less like a tattoo and more like a signature

something that belonged to him alone.

Like it was as much a part of Choso as the tired eyes, the messy hair, and the quiet voice that always seemed to find you.

Maybe it was the lighting.

Maybe it was the exhaustion.

Or maybe you were simply seeing him differently.

Either way, it was impossible not to stare.

...Silence.

With a quiet sigh, you let yourself fall back onto the mattress, the bed dipping beneath your weight.

deliberately stretching your legs out in a slow, unhurried motion, just enough to be noticed. The fabric of your clothes shifted with you, subtle, but intentional.

Across the room, Choso paused.

A pair of sweatpants hung loosely from one hand as his gaze lifted toward you.

His eyes traced the length of your legs like he was trying to understand something he didn’t quite have the words for.

Then stayed there.

For a second.

Then another.

You tried not to smile.

Key word: "tried"

Failed.

Flirting was always more entertaining when a little teasing was involved.

And Choso?

Choso made it far too easy.

Despite his usual calm composure, he had never been particularly good at hiding when something caught him off guard.

You tilted your head.

"Weren't you about to go shower?"

His expression immediately shifted.

The grin on your face widened.

"Or are you too busy staring at me?"

For the first time that night, Choso looked genuinely unprepared for a question.

His face immediately reddened.

He turned toward the bathroom door so quickly it was almost suspicious.

"I-im about to."

The stutter made you bite back a laugh.

For someone who always seemed so calm, Choso could be surprisingly easy to fluster.

You pushed yourself off the bed.

"Mm."

His shoulders immediately tensed.

Interesting.

You took a few steps closer.

"Weren't you leaving a second ago?"

"I am."

"Then why are you still standing here?"

Choso opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

You smiled.

His expression only grew more troubled.

"You do realize you're proving my point, right?"

He cleared his throat.

"I don't know what point you're talking about—"

"You absolutely do."

For a short moment, his eyes met yours.

A mistake.

The second it happened, he looked away again.

You almost laughed.

"You're doing this on purpose…"

His voice came out quieter this time.

Defeated.

And somehow that made it even harder not to tease him.

A grin tugged at your lips.

"Doing what?"

Choso stared at you for a moment.

Then looked away.

"...this."

He gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly unable to find the words.

Which somehow made the situation even more amusing.

You tilted your head.

A smile threatened to break across your face.

You took a small step closer.

The reaction was immediate.

His gaze traced anywhere but your face.

You took another step.

Now there was barely any space left between you.

The gap between your chest and his shortening more and more..

"Making you nervous?" you asked softly.

For a second, Choso didn't answer.

He gulped.

You expected him to deny it.

To shrug.

To act like nothing was wrong.

Instead—

"...yes."

The answer came out quiet.

Honest.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat.

Well.

That wasn't what you had prepared for.

Usually he would avoid the question.

Change the subject.

Pretend not to notice your teasing.

But this?

This was different.

You found yourself smiling despite your best efforts not to.

"There he is."

A frown appeared on his face

"What?"

"The Choso I was looking for."

His confusion only made you laugh.

"You get all quiet when you're embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed."

"You turned red three minutes ago."

"I did not."

"Oh but you did."

A groan escaped him as he dragged a hand down his face.

And for the first time all night, you decided to show mercy.

Stepping aside, you nodded toward the bathroom.

"Go on."

Choso looked suspicious.

Like he was waiting for another trap.

When none came, he carefully moved past you.

The moment he reached the bathroom door, you spoke again.

"Cho'?"

He paused.

"...what."

The smile returned instantly.

"Try not to think about me too much in there."

His eyes widened.

"…"

No response.

The bathroom door closed immediately afterward.

You burst out laughing.

Leaning back against the wall, you crossed your arms.

The amusement remained even after the laughter faded.

Because under all the teasing, one thought refused to leave your mind.

He could've denied it.

He could've brushed it off.

Instead, he admitted it.

You smiled to yourself.

Maybe that shouldn't have made your heart race as much as it did.

Choso stood beneath the stream of hot water, frozen.

Droplets slid through his hair and down his shoulders before disappearing into the drain.

Normally, the warmth would've helped.

Normally, it would've been enough to clear his head.

Tonight, it wasn't.

His eyes remained fixed on the shower wall.

Distant.

Unfocused.

He exhaled slowly.

Don't think about it.

The words echoed uselessly in his mind.

Don't think about the way she smiled.

Don't think about the way she kept looking at you.

Don't think about the oversized sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders—

His jaw tightened.

A hopeless effort.

The more he tried to push the thoughts away, the louder they became.

So he did what he always did.

He distracted himself.

Work.

Money.

Rent.

Anything but you.

His thoughts drifted back to the night before.

To the empty parking lot.

To the black Mercedes.

To the two men waiting in the dark.

And just like that—

He was there again…

…After completing the delivery, Choso received his payment.

His eyes dropped to the thick stack of bills in his hand.

That’s a lot of money..

More than he had expected.

Enough to cover two months of rent.

For the first time in weeks, the pressure weighing on his shoulders eased.

"You did good."

The voice pulled his attention upward.

The man leaned casually against the black Mercedes, watching him with an amused look.

"Hakari already told us about you, but we wanted to see for ourselves."

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Guess he was right."

Choso remained silent.

"You can stand your ground."

The man shrugged.

"And you're actually serious about the work."

A short pause followed.

"Next time we've got something for you, we'll call, so keep your phone close."

Choso gave a small nod.

His fingers tightened around the money before slipping it safely into his pocket.

The job was done.

That should've been the end of it.

Yet neither man seemed eager to leave.

"By the way..."

The stranger straightened slightly.

"You can call me Sukuna."

Under the parkinglot lights, the dark tattoos on his slightly tanned skin seemed almost sharper.

More dangerous.

Sukuna tilted his head toward the other man.

"Toji and I run this whole operation."

Choso's expression didn't change.

No reaction.

Not a hint of surprise.

Only that familiar unreadable stare.

The same one that had unsettled recruiters.

And just about everyone else he'd ever met.

Without another word, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Call me when you need me."

Sukuna laughed.

A low sound.

Amused.

As if he'd been expecting that response.

Choso turned.

Then walked away.

His figure disappeared into the darkness beyond the parking lot.

The money felt heavy in his pocket.

He wasn't sure if that was a good thing..

The sudden burst of cold water against his chest dragged him back to reality.

Choso inhaled sharply.

Right.

The shower.

This apartment.

The fact that the water heater was once again trying to kill him.

With a sigh, he reached over and turned it off.

"I'll buy a better water heater after class."

Assuming the thing survived another week.

A few minutes later, after drying off and pulling on a fresh pair of sweatpants, he opened the bathroom door.

He expected an empty room.

Instead—

You were still there.

Asleep.

Somewhere between waiting for him and teasing him, sleep had finally won.

Your body had curled naturally into the bed, one arm and leg wrapped around a pillow.

His pillow.

Choso stopped moving.

The sight was adorable.

Your breathing was slow.

Peaceful.

Completely unaware of the affect you were having on him.

His ears immediately warmed.

How could someone be this cute?

The question had haunted him for years.

Yet somehow, every day, you managed to make it worse.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Without thinking, he stepped closer.

Careful not to wake you.

he sighed.

A quiet sound.

Then gently pulled the blanket higher over your shoulder.

His gaze remained on you.

On your peaceful expression.

On the apartment around him.

On everything he was trying so desperately to protect.

His hand lifted before he could stop himself.

Carefully, he brushed a few loose strands of hair away from your face.

"Don't worry," he whispered.

His thumb lingered briefly against the top of your head.

"I'll get us out of here."

A pause.

"And Yuji too."

The promise settled heavily in his chest.

More than a wish.

More than a dream.

A promise.

One he intended to keep.

Eventually, exhaustion from everything that had hapened tonight caught up to him.

His hand slipped away.

He hesitated for a moment before lowering himself onto the floor beside the bed, resting his back against the mattress.

The familiar sound of your breathing filled the room.

His eyes slowly drifted shut.

For tonight, at least, things were quiet.

…

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Laughter erupted somewhere above.

"AHAHAHA!"

The sound of running footsteps thundered on the ceiling.

Probably the kids from the apartment upstairs again.

You groaned softly.

The noise blended with another sensation.

A smell.

Something warm and savory lingered in the air.

Chicken, rice.

Something lightly toasted.

Your stomach reacted before your brain did.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open.

Sunlight spilled through the apartment windows, warming your skin.

A tired hum escaped your lips as your blurry vision focused on the plate sitting in front of you.

Oyakodon.

Beside it sat a small cucumber salad.

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

A fork rested in your hand.

A pause.

Since when was I holding a fork?

Another pause.

Since when was I sitting at the table??

Confused, you glanced around the apartment.

The kitchen.

The dining table.

The smell of food.

Then your eyes landed on Choso.

He stood by the counter preparing his own plate.

As if sensing your confusion, he glanced over his shoulder.

"You're awake."

"...What?"

Your voice sounded rough from sleep.

"Why are we eating?"

Choso looked at you like the answer was obvious.

"You slept too much."

He set down a bowl.

"It's 1 in the afternoon."

Silence.

You stared.

one p.m.?

That explained the sunlight.

And the hunger.

And the fact that your body felt unusually rested.

Your attention drifted back to the food.

Steam still rose from the bowl.

"Eat."

Choso sat down across from you.

"You need it after sleeping that much. It'll keep you healthy."

The familiar concern hidden beneath his monotone voice made your chest feel warm.

You looked down at the meal.

A dish Choso had mentioned countless times.

Something his mother used to make back in Japan.

Something he'd promised you would try one day.

After a moment, you picked the fork back up.

One bite.

Then another.

Immediately, warmth spread through your body.

"Mmh... thank you."

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

You nearly laughed.

Of course that was his response.

He finally began eating too.

The two of you sat quietly for a moment.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Then suddenly—

Last night resurfaced in your memory.

Waiting for him.

Sitting on his bed.

Trying to stay awake.

Sleep pulling you under.

You remembered all of that.

What you didn't remember...

Was getting here.

A long silence settled between bites.

Your fork slowly lowered.

Your eyes widened.

You looked up at Choso.

He looked exhausted.

The dark circles beneath his eyes were impossible to miss.

He noticed your stare almost immediately.

A strange tension entered his posture.

He cleared his throat.

"...I'm the one who moved you."

You froze.

Everything clicked.

The bed.

The kitchen.

The food.

The fact that he was already awake when you opened your eyes.

You stared.

He immediately looked away.

Your heart skipped.

Oh.

He carried you.

The thought of his muscular frame carrying your sleeping body made your mind spiral.

Him sitting you down and leaning you against the chair for balance.

Quietly making food for the both of you.

A wave of heat rushed straight to your face.

You quickly lowered your head and attacked your food with enthusiasm.

"Mh-thank you—"

"Stop talking while eating."

This time you couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips.

After breakfast, you insisted on helping with the dishes.

Choso insisted it wasn't necessary.

You ignored him.

Now the two of you stood side by side in the kitchen.

The sound of running water filled the apartment.

You finished drying a plate before your attention drifted toward the stove.

A large pot still rested there.

Your brows furrowed.

"There’s still food in that?"

Choso glanced over.

"Yeah."

Your eyes widened slightly.

The pot wasn't nearly empty.

If anything, it looked untouched.

"That's a lot."

"I made enough for the week."

You nearly dropped the dish in your hands.

"A week?"

Choso nodded.

As if preparing seven days' worth of meals was completely normal.

You stared at the pot.

Then at the fridge.

Then back at the pot.

If 2+2=4…

then…

The math wasn't adding up.

For the past few months, the two of you had practically become experts at surviving on leftovers.

If there wasn't leftover food, there was college food.

If there wasn't college food...

Well.

He simply handed out his food to you pretending he wasn’t hungry.

So seeing this much food in your apartment felt strange.

Almost luxurious.

Choso seemed to notice your confusion.

"I bought the ingredients this morning."

His voice softened slightly.

"Nothing was wasted."

You blinked.

Then smiled.

Of course.

He had a job now.

A real one.

For the first time in a while, things felt a little easier.

A little less uncertain.

Your gaze drifted back toward the pot.

Warm food for an entire week.

A ridiculous amount of effort.

Yet somehow, you weren't surprised.

Because this was Choso.

If he cared about someone, he took care of them.

Even when nobody asked him to.

Even when it exhausted him.

Your chest warmed.

"Thanks, Cho."

He didn't look up from the dish he was washing.

"Mm."

The response was short.

But the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was noticeable.

A few days later, you finally decided to give your books a break. For once.

Instead of spending the afternoon buried beneath assignments, you found yourself sitting in a small café near campus with Utahime and Shoko.

The place had always been one of your favorites.

Flower boxes decorated the windows.

The scent of fresh pastries drifted through the air.

College students crowded around tiny tables, chatting over coffee and sweets.

It was cozy.

Comfortable.

The kind of place that made you forget about deadlines for a little while.

Unfortunately, your order immediately ruined the mood.

"Just a light coffee with milk, please."

The waitress nodded and walked away.

Across the table, Utahime and Shoko shared the exact same disappointed look.

Shoko sighed dramatically.

"If you're going to accept our invitation, at least let me buy you something."

"I'm fine, really."

"You say that every time."

"I'm not hungry."

Utahime looked unconvinced.

She ordered a sandwich and a canned beer before turning her attention back toward you.

The expression on her face made you immediately suspicious.

"What?"

She exchanged a glance with Shoko.

Uh oh.

"Anyways..." Shoko began.

You already didn't like where this was going.

"What about your roommate?"

You nearly choked on air.

"What about him?"

"The gloomy one."

"The one from Biology."

"The one you never shut up about."

She continued, a smile on her face.

Your eyes widened.

"I do not—"

"Choso, right?"

Shoko casually ignored your protest while pulling a cigarette pack from her bag.

Heat immediately rushed to your face.

Utahime smirked.

That traitor.

"How is he?"

Despite holding back, a small smile appeared.

"He's been good.."

The answer came too quickly.

Both women noticed.

Immediately.

"He finally found a job."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

You stirred your coffee absentmindedly.

"He's working as a delivery man."

Shoko raised an eyebrow.

"The pay decent?"

"I think so."

You nodded.

"Things are a little easier now."

A small feeling of relief settled in your chest.

"For the first time in a while, we don't have to worry about rent every second of the day."

"Hakari finally stopped breathing down our necks."

Utahime smiled softly.

She knew better than most how stressful the situation had been.

The three of you had met through different classes.

Since then, they had made it their personal mission to drag you out of your apartment whenever possible.

Study sessions.

Lunches.

Movie nights.

Coffee breaks.

Whenever money got tight, they always found excuses to help.

And every single time—

You refused.

Mostly because your pride wouldn't allow anything else.

Still...

You appreciated them more than they probably realized.

Even if you'd never admit it out loud..

After a while.

"Wait."

Shoko drank the last drops of a small glass bottle of alcohol.

"Which company did you say?"

You blinked.

"The delivery company?"

"Yeah."

You thought for a moment.

"I think he mentioned it being mh…. —ExpressNova!"

"Oh."

Shoko pulled another cigarette from the pack.

The familiar click of her lighter followed.

A small flame danced in front of her face before disappearing.

She inhaled slowly.

Then smiled.

"Good for him."

The words sounded genuine.

And they were.

After everything you and Choso had been through lately, finding a stable job felt like a blessing.

"He deserves a break."

You nodded immediately.

The conversation moved on naturally after that.

Future internships.

College gossip.

Plans after graduation.

A new series Utahime insisted everyone should watch.

Before long, nearly an hour had passed.

Eventually, you glanced at the time and stood.

"I should head back."

"Already?"

"I've got assignments to finish."

After waving goodbye, Utahime watched you disappear around the corner.

Only then did she look back at Shoko.

Something had changed.

The relaxed smile from earlier was gone.

The cigarette between her fingers burned quietly.

Unnoticed.

Untouched.

"What's wrong?"

Shoko didn't answer right away.

Her brows slowly pulled together.

As though she were trying to remember something.

Then she finally crushed the cigarette.

"...ExpressNova."

Utahime tilted her head.

"What about it?"

A pause.

Longer this time.

Then—

"That company closed down months ago."

Neither woman spoke.

Because if ExpressNova didn't exist anymore...

Then where exactly had Choso found a job?

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Ever since officially becoming part of the operation, Choso's phone rarely stopped ringing.

At first, the calls came around ten at night.

Then midnight.

Then two.

Sometimes three in the morning.

Every call sounded the same.

"Deliver this. I'll send the location."

"I need you to roll these."

"There's a client waiting. Go pick up the plants."

The requests never ended.

And somehow, Choso always managed to leave the apartment without making a sound.

You were too busy balancing college, work, and upcoming exams to notice.

For now.

A few days later, Choso climbed the stairs leading to the small apartment above the building.

The rent money sat heavily in his hoodie pocket.

He knocked once.

Nothing.

Just as he lifted his hand to knock again, the door swung open.

A woman stood there.

Cyan streaks ran through her hair.

Piercings decorated her face.

An oversized shirt hung loosely from her frame.

Strangely enough, it looked a lot like one of Hakari's.

Choso blinked.

He'd been coming here for months to negotiate rent payments.

Yet somehow, he'd never seen her before.

The woman rubbed one eye sleepily before looking at him up and down.

"Oh."

Recognition crossed her face.

"It's Choso."

His brows furrowed.

How does she knows my name?

Before he could ask—

"Let him in."

Hakari's voice echoed from somewhere deeper inside.

The woman stepped aside.

Choso walked past her.

As he did, she noticed the weight in his hoodie pocket.

A knowing smile tugged at her lips.

"I'm Kirara, by the way!"

She leaned against the doorframe.

"I've heard about you."

"Mm."

Nothing more.

"...That's all?"

"Yeah."

Then walked back toward the light inside the apartment.

Kirara followed behind, a irritated expression on her face.

That guy is impossible to read.

Inside, Hakari was sprawled across the couch.

A coat rested around his shoulders. Empty cans and glasses cluttered the table nearby. He looked completely at home.

Choso didn't waste a second.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the money.

And dropped it onto the table.

The stack landed with a satisfying smack.

Hakari's grin immediately widened.

"Your money."

Choso's voice was flat.

Hakari leaned forward.

"You finally listened."

Choso answered with a grunt.

Already regretting being here.

After a couple of minutes..

Choso clicked his tongue in frustration.

"I didn't have a choice."

Hakari's grin only widened.

"You always have a choice."

The words came easily to him.

Like they weighed nothing.

"You took the gamble."

He gestured lazily toward the money on the table.

"And look where it got you."

Choso's jaw tightened.

He hated hearing it phrased like that.

As if this had been some exciting opportunity.

As if he should be proud.

His gaze dropped to the stack of cash.

Rent.

Groceries.

Bills.

Things he desperately needed.

Yet the sight of the money still left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Because he knew exactly where it came from.

Hakari leaned back into the couch.

Relaxed.

Satisfied.

"You paid on time."

Choso said nothing.

No one could blame him.

What was there to even say?

That he hated every second of it?

That he wished he'd found a normal job first?

That he felt sick knowing he had lied to the people he cared about?

The words stayed trapped in his throat.

Across the room, Kirara quietly observed.

The excitement she'd shown earlier had faded.

Now she simply watched.

Watched the way Choso avoided looking at the money.

Watched the tension in his shoulders.

Watched a man who looked like he had a bright future ahead of him and was too young to be carrying this much weight.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Choso stepped back.

"I'll go now."

His voice came out flatter than he intended.

His chest felt tight.

His head hurt.

And more than anything—

He wanted to leave.

Leave the apartment.

Leave the money.

Leave the entire conversation behind.

The only thing keeping him here was the reason he'd taken the job in the first place.

The people waiting for him at home.

…

Tonight was no different, another call, another meeting.

Another parking lot.

Before leaving the apartment, Choso took extra precautions.

He stuffed several pillows beneath his blanket, shaping them into a rough imitation of a sleeping body.

Then he turned on a playlist of quiet music and lowered the volume just enough for it to be heard through the door.

Not enough to attract attention.

Just enough to create the illusion that he was still inside.

Satisfied, he grabbed a marker and scribbled a quick note.

‘Got work tomorrow. Don't wake me up.’

Under it, he drew a tiny doodle of an annoyed Choso face.

A warning.

Or at least, his version of one.

He taped the paper to his bedroom door and locked the door.

It should be enough.

With one last glance toward the apartment, he quietly slipped outside.

…

The parking lot was nearly empty.

Only a handful of dim streetlights remained lit, bathing the place with a pale orange light.

Two figures waited near a black car.

One smoking.

One watching.

Sukuna leaned against the vehicle, a thick blunt resting between his fingers.

He inhaled deeply.

too deeply.

As if smoke belonged in his lungs.

No cough. As if it was oxygen

No reaction.

Just another breath.

Toji stood nearby, hands tucked into his pockets, wearing the same amused expression Choso was beginning to link with trouble.

Choso stepped out of the shadows.

Hands in his hoodie pocket.

Hair loose around his shoulders.

Already wishing he were somewhere else.

Neither man looked surprised to see him.

Sukuna barely acknowledged him at all.

Only continuing to smoke.

The silence stretched.

Then Toji leaned forward.

"By the way..."

A smirk appeared.

"How old are you?"

Choso narrowed his eyes.

"Why?"

"Hakari never told us."

Before Choso could decide whether or not to answer—

Sukuna suddenly exhaled.

A thick cloud of smoke hit him right in the face.

His eyes immediately burned.

Choso jerked his head away, throwing an arm over his mouth as a cough escaped him.

Sukuna laughed.

Toji rolled his eyes.

"Hey."

"Don't make the guy pass out."

Sukuna shrugged.

"He looks nineteen."

"Twenty at best."

"I'm twenty-two."

The irritation in Choso's voice was immediate.

For once, both men actually looked surprised.

They blinked.

Looked at each other.

Then looked back at him.

"Oh."

Toji scratched his chin.

"Then you can definitely handle tonight's delivery."

Choso frowned.

Before he could ask what that meant, something landed against his chest.

A package.

Blunt wraps.

Grounded up herbs.

Supplies.

He caught them automatically.

Stuffing them in his pockets

"But first, let me ask you something."

Toji tilted his head.

"You got a girlfriend, Cho?"

Choso blinked.

The question caught him off guard.

"No."

The answer came automatically, too quickly, too easily.

Then, for some reason, his mind drifted elsewhere.

To the apartment.

To the music quietly playing behind his locked bedroom door.

To you.

Probably asleep by now.

Wrapped up in a blanket.

Completely unaware of where he actually was.

His jaw tightened.

"...I don't have a girlfriend."

Toji's eyebrow slowly rose.

Sukuna let out a low chuckle.

The two men exchanged a look.

"Oh?"

Choso immediately regretted speaking.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Toji grinned.

"Just sounds like there's somebody."

"There isn't."

"Right."

"There isn't."

"You're making it worse."

Choso wished he would just shut up.

Sukuna was still smirking around the blunt between his teeth, eyes half-lidded like this whole thing was mildly entertaining. Toji just nodded toward the car.

"Alright then, get in."

Choso was confused,

Normally they just handed him a location and sent him on his way.

The destination was usually close enough to walk.

So why—

Toji pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning on and tossed Choso a car key,a small silver thing that caught moonlight just right. "You're the one driving though," Toji said simply.

Choso looked down at the keys.

Then back up.

"Wait, what?"

Sukuna flicked ash onto the pavement before pushing off from leaning against the car to get inside. "Move." he said, simply turning his head to look at Choso then back at the car without another glance.

Toji snorted behind him.

No "please."

No explanation.

Just "move.".

Toji got in the backseat, smirking to himself while scrolling on socials.

Choso adjusted the mirror, hands gripping the wheel a little too tight.

And Sukuna? He sprawled across the front passenger side like he owned it, one arm slung over Choso’s headrest so casually that their faces were almost on the same level.

He turned on some music, a low bassline echoed through the speakers,

but then immediately started messing with it.

Childish gambino? Changed

Romeo Santos? Next sound.

Changed stations like 4 times. Found nothing good enough apparently.

Choso tried to stay focused on the road.

Good thing he had a driver license.

On top of delivering.

Rolling up blunts.

Lying to you.

He now had to apparently drive two guys around at night..

‘What is my life?’

Choso thought.

…Soon enough, Choso understood exactly what Toji had meant by:

"You got a girlfriend?"

The answer stood right in front of him.

A neon sign buzzed infront of their faces.

‘CRIMSON HEEL’

Bright red letters flashed against the darkness.

Music pulsed from inside, the bass strong enough to vibrate through the sidewalk.

Choso stopped walking completely.

Confusion on his face.

…

Is that a fucking strip club?

[cececocogirl]

⋆ ˚ : ⋆ ˚｡⋆ My roomate’s work.. ⟢

Chapter 1 : the beginning .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⠀☽ ‧₊˚ミ☆ synopsis: Ever since you and Choso became roommates, he's been going out far more often than usual. At first, you didn't think much of it. Everyone needed space sometimes. But lately, he's been coming home at four in the morning with bloodshot eyes, crumpled bills stuffed into his pockets, and a strange scent clinging to his clothes. You tell yourself there's a reasonable explanation. After all, you've known Choso since childhood. He isn't reckless.

He would never start smoking... right?

WARNING : MDNI, plug!choso, roomatechoso, smoking, fem!reader, both of yall are in not so good financial situation, choso and reader are both 18+, stoner!toji, and stoner!sukuna mention. College no curse au, mention of violence, smoking, getting high, choso is lowk nonchalant, reader got an attitude, mention of car crashing, dead parent, Hints of sub!choso dom!choso(?) prideful reader, landlord!Hakari

Pairings: plug!choso x fem!reader

Note from the author: hii guys! This is my first fanfiction ever so please don’t expect some pro level writing.. also I wanted to add that I am not a native English speaker so my words may look mixed up or weird and I would appreciate if you would let me know if there’s any editing I need to make I also would like feedback on this fanfic showcasing my favorite jjk character, Choso Kamo, I hope you enjoy!

Ps: Couldn’t find the artist please help ..also listen to "the Walls" by Chase Atlantic!

You were an A student, always striving for good grades in hopes of building a better future, not just for yourself, but for your family as well.

Growing up on the poorer side of the city wasn't easy. Your parents had always dreamed of giving you a stable life, and your mother, especially, believed that education was your way out.

Even now, you could still picture the day she died.

The image of your father clinging to her coffin, tears streaming down his face, remained carved into your memory. He looked broken. Lost.

From that day on, you made a promise.

You would become successful. You would get both yourself and your father out of this part of the city. And one day, you would achieve your dream of becoming a lawyer.

You excelled in almost every class.

Almost.

Biology was your downfall.

As ridiculous as it sounded, the one subject standing between you and academic perfection was Biology. No matter how many hours you spent studying, the concepts refused to stick.

It drove you insane.

More than once, you found yourself chewing on the end of your pen in frustration, staring at your notes as if they might magically start making sense.

You could have asked questions during class.

The problem was that your pride wouldn't let you.

Not because you cared what most of your classmates thought. Their opinions had never mattered to you.

Except for one.

And unfortunately, he happened to sit only a few rows away.

The student standing at the top of the class wasn't who anyone would have expected.

It was Choso Kamo.

The most nonchalant guy in your year.

He wasn't particularly popular, nor was he a troublemaker. He simply existed on the outskirts of everyone else's lives, keeping to himself and speaking only when necessary.

Everything about him felt like a mystery.

His black hair was tied into two spiky buns, framing a face marked by a black stripe tattoo that stretched across the bridge of his nose and along both cheeks. Dark purple eyeshadow accentuated his espresso-brown eyes, giving him an unusual appearance that should have been intimidating.

Instead, it was strangely captivating.

What made him even more confusing was his attitude toward school.

Most days, Choso barely showed up. And when he did, he was either sleeping through lessons or disappearing halfway through the day to play Monopoly with his chaotic friends, Mahito and Geto, in empty classrooms.

The teachers had long since given up complaining. Somehow, despite his constant absence, he always managed to score average marks in nearly every subject.

Nearly every subject.

Because when it came to Biology, Choso was a completely different person.

He actually paid attention.

He arrived on time, kept his eyes fixed on the board, and answered questions before anyone else could. Even then, he always wore the same bored expression, as though everything being taught was something he had learned years ago.

And honestly?

It was annoying.

No matter how hard you studied, nobody could surpass him.

Especially when the lesson involved blood.

For reasons you couldn't understand, Choso knew far too much about it. Every now and then, he would casually mention some disturbing fact that left the entire classroom unsettled.

Including you.

But more than anything, it made you curious.

And curiosity had a way of becoming obsession.

But failing wasn't an option.

Not when your future depended on your grades.

So after days of arguing with yourself, you finally swallowed your pride and decided to ask Choso for help.

Finding him wasn't difficult.

You already knew exactly where he would be.

Skipping math.

Again.

The sound of laughter echoed from one of the empty classrooms as you pushed the door open.

There he was.

Mahito was sprawled across a desk, dramatically accusing Geto of cheating at Monopoly while Geto defended himself with far more enthusiasm than the game deserved.

And in the middle of it all sat Choso.

Bored.

As usual.

The moment you stepped inside, three pairs of eyes turned toward you. Unlike Mahito and Geto, who remained seated, Choso pushed himself to his feet when you approached.

Your confidence immediately vanished.

You tightened your grip on the wrinkled Biology worksheets in your hands.

"Uh..."

Brilliant start.

For a second, Choso simply stared at you.

Then his gaze dropped to the papers.

Then back to your face.

Something in his expression changed.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Because apparently seeing the top student in his class standing awkwardly in front of him and asking for help was the funniest thing he'd witnessed all week.

"Listen," you began, holding out the worksheet. Clearly embarrassed to be here.

Mahito noticed it too.

"Ooooh," he sang. "Look who's asking Choso for tutoring."

Geto laughed.

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

"I don't need tutoring." You shot him a glare.

"I just wanted help with a few.. questions."

Choso took the paper from your hands and glanced over it.

"A few?"

Heat rushed to your face.

Half the worksheet was covered in question marks.

Before you could try and explain yourself Choso simply pulled his phone from his pocket and held it out toward you.

"Put your number in."

You blinked.

That was it?

No teasing?

No questions?

Just his number?

Trying your best to ignore Mahito's increasingly dramatic reactions, you quickly typed your contact information into his phone before handing it back.

Then, before anyone could say anything else, you turned around and left with whatever dignity you had left.

Later that evening, your phone buzzed.

A single message.

"Meet me in the library."

Staring at those four words, you had a strange feeling.

Something was about to change.

And somehow, you knew this was only the beginning.

Helping with homework quickly turned into regular Biology tutoring.

There was only one problem.

Choso was a terrible teacher.

An excellent student?

Absolutely.

A tutor?

Not even close.

His explanations somehow managed to be both painfully detailed and completely unhelpful at the same time.

"You just follow the blood through the vessel."

You stared at the page.

"I don't know where the vessel is." you admit confused.

He frowned.

Then pointed at a diagram.

"The vessel."

"There are seventeen vessels." You pointed out.

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, he pointed at a different one.

"That vessel."

At first, you met in the library.

Then the library became a coffee shop.

The coffee shop eventually became each other’s house.

And before either of you realized it, studying had become an excuse to spend time together.

For once, you were grateful that your father was almost always at work. The idea of having a boy over would have been embarrassing enough on its own.

Fortunately, Choso never seemed to notice.

Or maybe he did.

Tutoring sessions gradually became less productive as time went on.

What started as questions about Biology turned into conversations about everything else.

And that only made you feel confident enough to start teasing him.

"Choso."

"Hm?"

"You're the worst tutor I've ever had."

Choso looked up from the textbook.

"...That's not true."

"It absolutely is."

A small frown appeared on his face.

"My little brother said the same thing."

You blinked.

"You've tutored someone before?"

"Yuji."

"And?"

"He asked me to stop."

The room fell silent.

"He what?"

Choso closed his textbook and let out a sigh.

"He said my explanations made less sense than the teacher's."

You stared at him.

Then burst out laughing.

"It isn't funny."

"It is a little funny."

"It isn't."

"You were fired by your own brother."

A look of genuine disappointment crossed his face.

"I had to hire someone else to help him."

You nearly fell out of your chair.

You asked him about his strange fascination with blood.

He asked why you pushed yourself so hard.

You learned that Choso had nine younger siblings and missed every single one of them.

You learned that he wanted to become a phlebotomist one day.

Most importantly, you learned why.

"I want to get Yuji out of here."

The words had slipped out during one of your late-night study sessions.

Out of this city.

Out of the violence.

Out of the future everyone expected for people born on this side of town.

The conviction in his voice surprised you.

Because it sounded exactly like something you would have said.

For the first time, you realized you weren't the only person dreaming of leaving.

From then on, spending time together became effortless.

You studied together.

Walked home together.

Spent weekends together.

Eventually, you met Yuji.

And somehow, it felt like you'd known him forever.

Before long, pizza nights became a tradition.

The three of you would crowd onto the couch, arguing over movies while Yuji complained whenever Choso picked something boring.

Those nights quickly became some of your favorite memories.

Even if you didn't realize it yet, Choso had already become one of the most important people in your life.

As your friendship grew, so did the teasing.

Choso started taking a liking to it aswell.

Of course he did.

Whenever you got an answer wrong during a Biology quiz, he'd lean over just enough to glance at your paper before quietly muttering the correct answer under his breath.

The smug look on his face afterward was unbearable.

Naturally, you had to get revenge.

Unfortunately for him, you've discovered his greatest weakness.

Flirting.

The realization came one afternoon when you absentmindedly reached over and fixed one of the tiny buns on his head.

"You know," you said, trying not to laugh, "these little sea urchins are kind of cute."

The effect was immediate.

Choso froze.

Completely.

A faint pink color crept across his cheeks.

"...Sea urchins?"

You grinned.

"That's what they look like."

Without another word, he turned back to his notebook and pretended to focus on his work.

The tips of his ears were bright red.

After that, it became a game.

A dangerous game.

Every time you complimented him, sat a little too close, or caught him staring, he would immediately look away.

And every single time, his face turned pink.

For someone who knew everything about blood, Choso was surprisingly bad at hiding where it rushed to.

and you secretly found it cute.

…

Tonight was different.

It wasn't just another study session.

Tomorrow's exam would decide whether the future you'd spent years fighting for was finally within reach.

Books covered every inch of your desk. Open notebooks, highlighted pages, loose sheets of papers, everything blended together beneath the warm yellow glow of your lamp.

Your coffee had long since gone cold.

So had your motivation.

Your eyes burned from hours of studying. Every few minutes, your gaze drifted from your notes to the bed waiting across the room.

Sleep sounded heavenly.

Tempting.

Dangerous.

You couldn't afford sleep.

Not yet.

You needed to pass.

No.

You HAD to.

This wasn't just another exam.

It was your first step toward law school.

Ding.

Your phone lit up.

At this hour?

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you reached for it. No one you knew was awake right now, not unless they were suffering through finals just like you.

Well…

One person was.

Choso.

Your stomach did something strange at the sight of his name.

"Are you still awake?"

You stared at the message for a second longer than necessary before typing back.

"Yeah. I forgot how draining studying can be."

A pause.

Of course, you and Choso hadn’t been talking as much lately. Exam season had a way of swallowing up time, leaving only late nights and unfinished notes.

You’d both agreed it was better this way.

Studying together always turned into something else, distractions, laughter, nothing getting done.

So you studied separately.

At least, that was the plan.

Another notification came through.

"Do you wanna call?"

You blinked.

That was unusual.

Choso didn’t usually ask first.

He would pick up when you called. He would respond when needed.

But he didn’t initiate.

Not like this.

Without thinking too long about it, you pressed call.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then—

“Choso?”

“Hey…”

His voice was low. Tired. Familiar in a way that made your chest tighten for no logical reason.

For a second, you forgot what you were going to say.

“…What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he said after a pause. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Your breath caught.

Okay…

That was bold.

“W-Why?” you managed, trying and failing to sound normal. “Don’t tell me you like it or something.” You said jokingly.

A quiet exhale on the other end.

“I wanted to check in on you.”

“Check in on me?”

a pause.

And just like that, the teasing stopped feeling like a game.

Choso sighed

"You shouldn't stress yourself out."

A small laugh escaped you.

"Easy for you to say."

"It isn't."

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The soft sound of pages turning came through the phone.

Then Choso broke the silence.

"Are you scared?"

You stared at your notes.

The question caught you off guard.

A little.

A lot.

Terrified.

You were terrified.

Tomorrow felt like the first step toward everything you'd ever wanted.

And somehow, that made it feel like one wrong move could ruin your entire future.

"...Yeah."

The answer came out quieter than expected.

On the other end of the call, Choso hummed.

"I'm scared too."

That surprised you.

"You are?"

"Yeah."

A pause.

"Guess we're both nervous."

For some reason, hearing him admit that made the weight on your shoulders feel lighter.

Just a little.

Enough.

The call lasted far longer than either of you intended.

Eventually, your textbooks were forgotten.

Your notes remained unfinished.

And for the first time all night, you weren't thinking about exams.

You were thinking about Choso.

When you finally crawled into bed hours later, his voice still lingered in your mind.

Tomorrow would change everything.

But for now, you closed your eyes knowing one thing for certain.

No matter where life took you after graduation.

You hoped Choso would be there too.

As for Choso…

The call had ended a few minutes ago.

And yet he was still staring at his phone.

Not because he was annoyed.

Because he couldn’t quite settle his thoughts.

He exhaled slowly and leaned back in his chair.

Finals were approaching.

He told himself he was ready.

But the truth was harder to ignore.

He wasn’t just worried about passing.

He was worried about what it meant if he didn’t.

If he failed, what kind of example would that set for his brothers?

Choso had always believed something simple.

If he stayed on the right path, they would have something to follow.

But if he failed…

They would be forced to find their own way in a world that didn’t give many directions.

His thoughts spiraled quietly in the dim light of his room.

Then—

The door opened.

Choso straightened immediately.

“Why are you still awake?” he asked.

Yuji stepped inside, grinning like he didn’t understand the concept of bedtime.

In his hands was a bracelet.

Black.

Simple.

Almost identical to the red one on Yuji’s wrist.

Choso blinked.

“…What is that?”

“I got them yesterday,” Yuji said proudly. “I thought it would cheer you up.”

“Cheer me up?”

“I saw you stressing about finals,” Yuji continued. “But don’t worry, Cho’. I believe in you. You’re gonna pass.”

For a moment, Choso didn’t respond.

His gaze dropped to the bracelet.

Then to Yuji.

He smiled softly

"Thank you, Yuji."

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Years had passed.

And yet somehow, nothing between you and Choso felt different.

At least, not at first.

Now you were on the phone with him, arguing again about something that felt far too serious to be decided over a tired voice and late-night silence.

Roommates.

You both had been accepted to the same college.

Different paths, same campus.

It felt like fate.

Or maybe just bad luck, depending on how Choso looked at it.

You, on the other hand, were still planning things carefully. Law school was still the goal—but you weren’t ready yet. Not completely. You wanted more time to prepare, more time to make sure you wouldn’t fail.

And if you were being honest…

The idea of being away from him and Yuji bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

On the other end of the call, Choso was lying on his bed, one arm covering his face, phone pressed against his ear.

He listened quietly as you spoke, your chair faintly creaking as you spun absentmindedly in place.

“I’m telling you, Choso,” you insisted, “if we shared an apartment, we’d save money. And we could walk to campus together.”

A soft chuckle came through the phone.

Tired.

Low.

It made something in your chest pause for a second.

It was already late around ten at night. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed by his exhaustion.

“…Why are you laughing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see you.

His voice came through again.

Calm and raspy

And for a second, it made your thoughts completely freeze.

“I’m sorry…”

His voice was quiet on the other end of the line.

“I just think your attempts at sounding convincing are… somewhat adorable.”

There was a brief pause.

You could hear it then, the faint sound of his hand covering his mouth, like he was trying to hide the last word from reaching you too clearly.

Adorable.

It landed differently coming from him.

Not teasing.

Not sarcastic.

Just… honest.

And somehow that made it worse.

You stared at nothing in particular, gripping your phone a little tighter.

Because this was new.

Choso teasing you was normal.

Choso ignoring your teasing was normal.

But Choso initiating it like this, soft, unguarded, almost shy..

That was dangerous.

And you absolutely could not let him know how much it affected you.

You stopped spinning in your chair and tilted the camera upward, letting it face the ceiling.

A few seconds passed.

Then a minute.

Finally, you spoke again.

“D-don’t you think it’s a bit late for teasing?” you muttered, pouting slightly. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to share an apartment with me…”

You rubbed your feet together nervously while waiting for his answer.

A faint sigh came through the speaker.

Then—

The camera shifted.

Choso’s face appeared.

His hair was down, slightly messy.

Droopy eyes stared into the screen, like he was trying to find you through it.

“Why would you even think I need convincing to share an apartment with you?” he asked quietly.

You immediately pulled your legs up onto the chair, trying unsuccessfully to hide your face from the camera.

“…What about Yuji?” you asked instead.

A small pause.

“He’s not a kid anymore,” Choso said with a faint laugh. “He told me he’s staying on campus. Sharing a dorm with his friend, Megumi. So I don’t have to worry about him.”

"Oh. good for him." You exhaled smiling.

“Anyways… I’m coming over tomorrow,” Choso said. “We can find an apartment near the college then. Alright?”

You shifted, grabbing your phone and letting yourself fall back onto the bed.

The camera tilted with you.

Now he could see you clearly.

Your face lit softly by the glow of your bedside lamp.

You nodded.

“…Alright.”

On the screen, Choso’s expression softened. His eyes were half-lidded, tired in a way that made him look calmer than usual.

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“G’night.” he murmured.

“Good night, Cho…”

The call ended.

Silence filled your room.

For a moment, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Then a smile slowly formed on your lips.

“I’m gonna share an apartment with my best friend…”

You whispered it like it wasn’t fully real yet.

Like saying it out loud might make it disappear.

…

The apartment search started earlier than you expected.

You had told yourself it would be simple, quick visits, a few opinions, then done.

But standing outside the first building, you already felt like something was different.

Choso stood beside you, hands in his pockets, looking up at the structure with his usual unreadable expression.

“…It’s fine,” he said after a moment.

“That’s it? Just ‘fine’?”

He glanced at you.

“It has walls.”

You stared at him.

“That’s your standard now?”

“It’s important.”

You sighed, already regretting bringing him along.

The first apartment was too small.

The second was too expensive.

The third had a weird smell that neither of you commented on, but both of you clearly noticed.

By the time you reached the fourth one, you were EXHAUSTED.

“This is the last one..” you muttered.

Choso hummed quietly beside you.

Inside, the apartment was simple.

Clean.

Two bedrooms.

A small shared living room.

Sunlight filtered through the window in a way that made everything feel softer than it probably was.

You walked slowly through the space.

“This one’s better,” you said, mostly to yourself, looking around.

Choso didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room, looking around like he was trying to imagine something.

Not the furniture.

Not the walls.

Something else.

“You’re quiet,” you said.

“I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

He paused.

Then, like it was obvious:

“Where you’d put your books.”

Your steps slowed.

“…My books?”

“They’re everywhere when you study,” he added calmly. “You’d need space.”

You blinked at him.

That was not the answer you expected.

And for some reason, it made your chest feel a little warmer than it should have.

The agent started talking again, but you barely heard them.

Choso had already moved toward the window.

“You like it?” you asked.

He looked back at you.

A short pause.

“…Yeah.”

Just that.

Simple.

Certain.

You tried to ignore the small feeling building in your stomach.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

Another pause.

Then:

“…We’ll take it,” you added.

The agent smiled.

“Great choice.”

Choso didn’t react much.

But when you glanced at him, he was still looking at the room.

Like he had already accepted it as something real.

Something shared.

And that thought stayed with you longer than it should have.

…

After successfully moving all your things into the apartment, everything felt… different.

Quieter.

Closer.

And somehow, more natural than you expected.

With college starting soon, you and Choso found yourselves falling into a routine almost immediately.

He started knocking lightly on your door every morning.

Not because he was a morning person.

And definitely not because you were.

Neither of you were.

But someone had to make sure you actually got up.

And apparently, that someone had become him.

Since Yuji was away on campus now, Choso didn’t have anyone to “take care of” anymore.

At least, that’s what he said.

But now that he was living with you…

It felt like that role had quietly shifted without either of you discussing it.

He had started checking on you more.

Naturally.

Casually.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

One morning, you opened your door still half-asleep, rubbing your eye.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked.

His voice was low.

Rough with sleep.

It caught you off guard in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

And for a second..

You forgot how to answer.

You rubbed your eyes in confusion.

Everything still looked blurry.

He didn’t give you time to fully wake up before answering.

“Fried eggs and bacon it is.”

Your favorite.

That made you pause for a second, even if your brain was still half asleep.

When your vision finally cleared, you stopped in your tracks.

Choso was standing in the kitchen.

His back was turned toward you, the morning light hitting him softly through the window.

He looked… unreal in a quiet way.

Tall. Lean. Focused.

Wearing loose white sweatpants and a black tank top that exposed his shoulders.

The sight made your thoughts lag behind your body.

For a second, you just stood there watching him cook like it was something you weren’t supposed to interrupt.

“Morning,” you mumbled eventually.

Without turning around, he hummed in response.

Like he already knew you were there.

You sat down at the table slowly, still waking up, watching him move around the kitchen with an ease that didn’t feel new anymore.

It already felt like routine.

Like this had always been your life.

After a few minutes, he placed the plate in front of you.

You ate slowly, feeling the heaviness of your eyes while trying to keep the fork in your hand steady.

After you finished, you didn’t even think about it before getting up again.

Wordlessly, you walked behind him and reached for the bathroom drawer.

Two hair ties.

You always kept them there now.

“Stay still” you said softly.

“…I am still.”

“You know what I mean.”

He didn’t argue.

He never did.

Instead, he leaned slightly back into the chair, scrolling through his phone while you started gathering his hair.

The familiar motion of tying it into his spiky buns came naturally now.

Like muscle memory.

As you worked, he occasionally turned his phone slightly toward you.

A TikTok.

A random picture.

Something Yuji had sent him.

You laughed under your breath more than once, carefully parting his hair as you did.

It all felt too easy.

Too natural.

Like neither of you had ever really had to adjust to it.

And maybe that was the dangerous part.

Because it meant you started getting used to him.

Completely.

A thought suddenly crossed your mind.

You still hadn’t told your father much about him.

Not really.

There was never a good time.

And honestly…

You weren’t sure how you would even explain it.

“I’m living with a guy I’ve known since college who cooks for me every morning and lets me do his hair while we laugh at TikToks.”

Yeah.

That wouldn’t go well.

“…I’m going to live in an apartment,” you had said before, keeping it simple.

Your father had just nodded over his journal.

Like always.

Back in the present, your fingers gently tightened the last hair tie.

Choso reached for his phone again.

But then—

A notification appeared.

An email.

The landlord.

Hakari Kinji.

His expression shifted slightly.

Not much.

But enough.

The faint smile he usually wore in moments like this disappeared.

And for the first time that morning…

Something in the air felt different.

Silence.

"what’s wrong Choso?” You said in a quiet but worried tone.

When you finished tying his hair, Choso stood up.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, grabbing his keys. “Just get ready. We leave in twenty.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking toward the door.

“…Weird,” you muttered under your breath.

The door closed behind him.

A second later, you heard him outside—his voice low as he made a phone call.

You stayed still for a moment.

Something about his tone didn’t sit right with you.

But you brushed it off.

You already knew why Choso received persistent calls from the landlord.

Rent.

It had been harder lately, on both of you.

Hakari was… not exactly patient when it came to delays. He usually gave you some time, especially when you explained how difficult it was to find stable work in this part of the city.

But patience wasn’t his strongest trait.

And when money didn’t arrive on time…

He made that very clear.

You had managed to find a part-time job in a café not too far from the apartment, but the hours were limited.

And the pay..

Well.

It wasn’t enough to make anything easy.

And Choso…

He was still searching.

He had gone to multiple job interviews already, and every time you tried to help him prepare, teaching him how to smile, how to ease his expression, how to look less like he was about to scare someone off he would nod like he understood.

And then completely fail to do it anyway.

Apparently, “normal friendliness” didn’t come naturally to him.

The recruiters always ended up glancing away too quickly.

Sometimes it was his piercing stare.

Sometimes it was the strange black stripe across his nose.

Sometimes it was just… him.

Either way, he hadn’t gotten a single offer yet.

You still reassured him.

Told him he’d find something eventually. Something that suited him.

Choso listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

“…I don’t need reassurance,” he said flatly, like the conversation was already over.

And that was the end of it.

Or at least, that’s what he wanted it to be.

You’d usually pass by his room without thinking at first.

But then you’d stop.

Choso was there.

Sitting on the floor, back against the wall.

Unmoving.

His eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular, just distant, heavy, like he was somewhere far away that you couldn’t reach.

It wasn’t the stoic expression he showed the world.

This was different.

And for some reason, it made your chest ache.

The worries of not being able to pay rent on time resurfaced as you headed toward the bathroom.

The hot water would hopefully wash some of that anxiety away.

Outside, Choso stepped into the corridor and answered his phone.

The moment he lifted it to his ear, he nearly pulled it away again.

"LISTEN HERE—"

Hakari's voice exploded through the speaker.

"MY MONEY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE BY TUESDAY!"

Several heads immediately poked out of nearby apartment doors.

Choso closed his eyes.

"...Morning, Hakari."

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE A GOOD MORNING TO ME?"

His yelling echoed through the hallway.

A woman down the corridor quickly retreated back into her apartment.

"Didn't I tell you to get your shit together?" Hakari continued. "Every month it's the same thing with you two!"

"I'm aware."

"ARE YOU?"

"We're trying as hard as we can to pay you on time."

"Tried real hard last month too."

Despite the shouting, Choso remained calm.

"Didn't we pay you eventually?"

A dangerous silence followed.

Then—

"Took your sweet time doing it."

Choso sighed.

There it was.

The real problem.

Hakari wasn't angry because he thought they wouldn't pay.

He was angry because he hated waiting.

A long silence followed.

Then, unexpectedly, Hakari laughed.

Not the mocking kind.

The kind that sounded like he'd just remembered something amusing.

"See, kid, I ain't the type to pity people."

Choso frowned.

"Then why haven't you kicked us out yet?"

"Funny you should ask."

The grin in Hakari's voice widened.

"Do you know why?"

"...Why?"

"Because I see potential in you, Choso."

His brow lifted.

"What?"

Before he could question it further, Hakari continued.

"Let me ask you something."

Choso leaned against the wall.

"If somebody came up to you and said, 'Do one thing for an hour a day and you'll make ten thousand dollars a month,' would you believe them?"

Choso didn't even need to think about it.

"I'd have my doubts."

Hakari chuckled.

"Good."

The response seemed to please him.

"A lot of idiots would've jumped at that."

His voice lowered slightly.

"But people don't chase money as much as they think they do."

Choso stayed silent.

"They chase the feeling."

"The feeling?"

"The heat."

Hakari's tone grew almost thoughtful.

"The rush of risking everything."

"The possibility of winning."

"The possibility of losing."

"There's something addictive hiding underneath all of that."

Something in Choso's expression shifted.

"What are you trying to say?"

Choso's voice had grown colder.

His patience was running thin.

He hadn't stepped into the corridor to discuss philosophy.

He had stepped out to buy more time.

Hakari clicked his tongue.

"I'm saying you're looking at the wrong problem."

"The rent is the problem—"

"No."

For the first time since the call started, Hakari sounded completely serious.

"The problem is that next month you'll be having this exact same conversation."

Silence.

Choso hated that he had a point.

Hakari continued.

"What kind of passion do you have, Choso?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything."

His voice lowered.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life scraping together rent money?"

Choso's jaw tightened.

"Or do you actually want out?"

The corridor suddenly felt smaller.

"If you're happy living like this, that's fine."

Hakari shrugged audibly.

"Stay where you are."

"Keep struggling."

"Keep hoping something changes."

A pause.

Then—

"But if you want something better..."

Choso frowned.

"...Then what?"

Hakari laughed quietly.

The sound sent a strange feeling down his spine.

"Now we're finally having the right conversation."

Choso remained silent.

His thumb hovered over the screen.

One press.

That's all it would take to end the conversation.

He had already wasted enough time listening to Hakari ramble about passion, gambling, and changing his life.

Then Hakari spoke again.

"I know some people."

Choso's thumb paused.

"People who can get you a job."

The silence on the line shifted.

Not gone.

Interested.

"A real one," Hakari continued. "Something that'll keep you and your little girlfriend off the hook for a while."

Choso frowned immediately.

"...My what?"

Hakari barked out a laugh.

"You heard me."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Sure."

The response came far too quickly.

"I called about rent."

"And I'm talking about rent."

For once, Hakari's voice was serious.

"No promises."

"No guarantees."

"But if you've got the guts for it, I can introduce you to people who'll pay a hell of a lot more than some coffee shop ever will."

The corridor fell silent.

For a moment, all Choso could hear was the distant sound of traffic outside.

Then Hakari asked:

"So?"

A pause.

"You think you can handle the heat or not?"

Choso's eyes narrowed.

For the first time since answering the call, genuine irritation slipped into his voice.

"Im not getting involved in shady shit, 'Kari."

A scoff came through the phone.

"I'm serious."

"I told you," Choso continued, "I'll find a job sooner or later."

Hakari groaned, a sign he was irritated.

"There won't be a later."

The casualness in his voice disappeared.

"I want my money next Monday."

A pause.

"Or what?"

"Or I come collect."

Choso's grip tightened around his phone.

"And if I don't have it?"

Hakari laughed.

Not because he found it funny.

Because the answer seemed obvious.

"Then I’ll drag both of y’all asses out myself—"

"You ain't touching her."

The words came out immediately.

Sharp.

Certain.

Hakari was silent for a moment.

Then—

"There he is." He laughed.

Choso frowned.

"What?"

"That's the first time you've sounded interested in this conversation."

"..."

"I'll send you the number."

Choso opened his mouth to refuse.

The call ended before he could.

Then silence

As soon as the call ended, Choso lowered his phone.

Silence.

For the first time all morning, he had a moment to process what had just happened.

The rent.

Hakari's offer.

The deadline.

The number he was about to receive.

A sigh escaped him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the wall outside the apartment.

This was bad.

Really bad.

His thoughts immediately drifted toward you.

Without realizing it, he pushed open the door and stepped back inside.

And there you were.

Standing in the living room.

Adjusting your shoes before leaving.

The sunlight spilling through the window caught on the gold buckle around your waist.

A black knit top rested slightly off one shoulder.

White jeans completed the outfit.

Simple.

Effortless.

You looked good.

Beautiful.

The thought arrived before he could stop it.

Choso froze.

His eyes widened slightly.

Then he immediately looked away.

What the hell was that?

His grip tightened around the fabric of his shirt.

A strange feeling settled somewhere in his chest.

One he had been noticing more often lately.

Before he could think about it any longer, he grabbed his black sweatshirt from the couch and pulled it on.

Problem solved.

At least, that's what he told himself.

"Ready?" you asked.

He cleared his throat.

"...Yeah."

The answer came a little faster than usual.

As you and Choso walked side by side, the city seemed quieter than usual.

The morning rush moved around you.

Cars passed.

People talked.

Yet somehow, it all felt distant.

Like the world had slowed down for just a little while.

You were saying something.

Probably a joke.

Because a second later, you laughed.

And Choso found himself smiling too.

His eyes drifted toward you.

The sunlight caught your face for a moment.

And suddenly—

"Do you want to stay in this mess with no hope of ever changing your life?"

His smile disappeared.

Hakari's words echoed through his mind.

His grip tightened around the phone in his pocket.

The weight of it felt heavier now.

His breathing slowed.

His gaze dropped to the pavement.

Then returned to you.

You.

The girl who had somehow become part of every important memory he had.

The girl who listened to his rambling explanations about blood composition without walking away.

The girl who laughed whenever his hair ended up looking ridiculous.

The girl who somehow made even the worst days feel lighter.

His chest tightened.

Before meeting you, Choso had convinced himself that his world began and ended with his brothers.

Then you happened.

And somehow, without him noticing, you had carved out a place beside them.

A place nobody else had ever reached.

His eyes softened.

You and Yuji.

The two people he cared about most.

The two people he wanted to protect.

No matter what.

His fingers curled around the phone.

Maybe Hakari was full of shit.

Maybe the offer was a terrible idea.

Maybe nothing good would come from it.

But—

He owed it to them to at least look.

"...I should see what the job is first."

The thought settled heavily in his mind.

And for the first time since the phone call ended.

He stopped considering hanging up on the opportunity.

If there was even the slightest chance it could help you and Yuji...

Choso had to know.

And that’s exactly what he did.

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It was a cold night.

The city outside had long since fallen quiet, leaving only the occasional sound of distant traffic filtering through the apartment.

Before leaving, Choso stopped by your room.

The window had been left slightly open again.

A habit of yours.

Without a word, he walked over and carefully pushed it shut.

The cool breeze disappeared almost instantly.

You stirred beneath the blankets.

A small frown appearing before you instinctively burrowed deeper into the warmth.

Choso glanced down at you.

Then gently pulled the blanket higher over your shoulder.

The movement earned a sleepy sigh from you.

His expression softened.

For a moment, he stayed there.

Watching.

Making sure you were comfortable.

Making sure you were warm.

Then he stepped away.

Quietly closing the door behind him.

The softness in his eyes disappeared as he reached for the front door.

A black hoodie.

His keys.

His phone.

One final breath.

And then he left.

The address led Choso to an empty parking lot.

The place was deserted.

Only a handful of streetlights remained lit, their pale glow reflecting off the ground.

A black Mercedes-Benz sat near the far end of the lot.

Two men in black were waiting beside it.

Like they had been expecting him.

Neither moved as Choso approached.

One leaned casually against the car.

The other remained silent, hands tucked into his pockets.

The closer Choso got, the more obvious it became that they were studying him.

Judging him.

Measuring him.

Choso stopped a few feet away.

Silence settled between them.

A stare-down.

Nobody looked away.

Nobody spoke.

Then—

One of the men smirked.

"Choso, right?"

Choso's fist tightened instinctively.

The moment the stranger reached into his pocket, he subtly shifted his stance.

Ready.

If things went south, he'd at least be able to react.

But instead of a weapon, the man pulled out a blunt wrap.

Choso blinked.

For the first time that night, genuine surprise crossed his face.

The stranger placed it in his palm.

"Ever rolled one of these before?"

Choso lowered his gaze to the wrap.

A familiar feeling settled in his stomach.

So that's what this was.

The job.

The reason Hakari had called.

The reason two strangers were waiting for him in an empty parking lot at night.

His thumb brushed against the paper.

"...Used to."

Toji raised an eyebrow.

"Used to?"

"I think."

Choso studied it for another second.

"Not sure I remember how anymore."

A grin spread across Toji's face.

"Then let's see."

He handed over the rest of the materials before leaning back against the Mercedes.

Arms crossed.

Watching.

Waiting.

Like he already knew how this was going to end.

The silent man watched closely.

At first, his expression gave nothing away.

Then, little by little, his brows began to lift.

He clearly hadn't expected Choso to be this skilled.

Choso's fingers moved carefully, shaping the wrap with practiced precision.

Years had passed since the last time he had done this.

Yet somehow, the motions still came naturally.

"There."

He held it out.

The man took it and inspected it for a moment before nodding.

Toji let out a low whistle.

"Not bad."

The stranger lit it.

For a few seconds, neither man spoke.

Smoke drifted into the cold night air.

Then the stranger laughed.

"You're pretty good at this, Choso."

Choso remained quiet.

A small part of him wondered how they knew his name so casually.

But the answer was obvious.

Hakari.

Of course.

The stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package.

His expression turned serious.

"Work starts now."

The amusement from earlier was gone.

"Find the party host."

He placed the package into Choso's hand.

"Bring back the money."

A pause.

"Understood?"

The weight of the package felt heavier than it should have.

Choso stared at it for a second before slipping it into his pocket.

Smooth.

"And what's the pay?"

Choso's voice remained calm.

There was a brief pause.

Then Toji let out a quiet chuckle. “I like him,” he said, almost approvingly.

The other man tilted his head, studying Choso for a moment before nodding. “He’s got confidence. I respect that.”

“Yeah… he might actually work out.”

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Clothes practice with Choso! 🤗 (just trying to gain viewers for when I finish my fanfic…🫶🏽)

fun fact: choso’s desing was inspired by some random model gege saw on a fashion magazine

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I just love drawing choso… and sukuna 🫣 so what if choso ate the finger instead of yuji? also I felt bored (both of my favorite jjk male characters combined!!) ps: I’m sorry the fanfic is taking sooo loonggg but it still feel sooo short im not a pro😭

(Yes I change artstyle a LOT 💔)

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Another drawing of plug!choso 🥹 I was inspired by my own (unfinished) fanfic I’m currently writing about him🩷🩸 stay alert for when i drop it!! (I’m scared it’ll be too short 😭)

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Drawing I made of plugchoso 🥹✌🏽 roomatechoso coming back late at night after work,hiding his double life…

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