yujis older brother choso plotting on you while yujis asleep
[suggestive]
when you first started coming over to yuji's house, it was purely for fun. he had mentioned his older brother choso a few times before, but you brushed it off because every time you came over he was in his room doing god knows what. you knocked on yujis front door for the 2737th time.
'open the damn door... it's literally windy and pouring rai-'
the door creaked open and you were faced with a guy who was NOT your bestfriend, but his brother. you darted your tongue out to lick away a water droplet from the rain, before speaking.
"hey..is yuji home?" you spoke quieter, way quieter than if you were talking to yuji.
he nodded, scratching his neck. "he's showering right now, but you can come in. i'm sure he doesn't mind."
he stepped aside so you could come in, and you heard a soft chuckle under his breath.
"did you walk here or something?"
you slipped your shoes off and smoothed your hair down from the water droplets buried in your hair. "no, i actually drove here..this is just from the walk from my car to the front door."
he whistled under his breath before shutting and locking the door. "damn i didn't think it was that bad. well the towels are upstairs which you probably already know but..imma go back to my room so if you need anything ask yuji" then as he was walking down the hall he added on "or me".
you nodded, watching his return to his room and the faint click of the door shutting. this wasn't the first time you'd talked to him..nor was it the first time you'd seen him, so why was this affecting you so much?
" why the hell does it look like you took a shower too?"
you turned your head and let out a irritated groan, yuji.
"i was standing out there for so long you know? why didn't you tell me you were gonna be showering?!"
he stopped drying his hair with the towel and chucked it at you. "because i do what i want. now go and shower before you make everything smell like rain and yuck"
you were gonna protest but you were too cold to argue, so you walked up the stairs and headed for his bathroom.
30 minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, trying to brush you hair with this random comb which was getting stuck. you walked into the living room where yuji was sat on the couch, eerily quiet. you knew what that meant.
you walked over and saw him dead asleep, drool on his shirt and a bag of chips in his lap. you almost slapped him for this, why invite you over just to be asleep?! even worse, your soul almost left your body when you heard a voice from the kitchen.
"fell asleep im guessing?" choso peaked out from the kitchen, going back to making his food.
you jumped, putting your hand to your chest as if you just got a heart attack, and your certain you did. "jesus- sorry you scared me"
he shook his head, "youre good, sorry for scarin you." he turned to open the drawer and grab some chopsticks, "you hungry?"
you were going to lie and say no, but your stomach was growling from the sight of his ramen. "yes. and those noodles look too good."
he scoffed, letting his lips curve into a smile slightly. "want some? its fast I can make some."
you protested but he insisted, and obviously you agreed and sat down at the dining table while he began making the ramen for you.
your elbow was leaned against the tabel while you attempted to fill the silence and make small talk. "sooo.. choso...when did you get your tattoos?"
he popped the ramen in the microwave and turned to face you, leaning back against the countertop. "got them a few months ago by a friend"
"did they hurt?"
"kind of, but nothing too bad. although the one on my ribs hurt"
you thought for a moment before speaking up again. "can i see?"
he uncrossed his arms and lifted up his t-shirt, the outline of his boxers peeking out his pj pants. "here, it took super long to heal too."
you hummed in acknowledgement, your eyes scanning over not only his tattoos, but his abs that you'd never seen before. well after all you never looked at choso like this ever.
"so do you want to feel it?" he said, quickly turning before the microwave started beeping and pulling out your noodles.
your eyes widened slightly, elbow almost slipping on the table. you placed your hands on your lap and tried to remain calm and act unaffected. "well sure, if you want me to."
he put chopsticks in your bowl and walked over to the table, placing the bowl infront of you before lifting his shirt once more. he signaled with his head for you to feel it, and so you did. your fingers touched his pale skin and you felt the slight raised lines from the healing tattoo and traced the lines, basically entranced.
"woahh... i feel like this definitely hurt more than you're making it seem."
he let you feel for however long you wanted to until your hand dropped, and so did the edge of his shirt.
"you thinking of getting any tattoos or somethin'?" he said with a questioning tone.
you nodded, mixing the noodles around. "yea, I am. I wanna get one soon, but I haven't found a good place with good prices."
"come get tattooed by me, i started a while ago but i can do something for you" he said with some hesitance, as if he was nervous.
you hummed while thinking, but eventually you nodded. "well, i'll think about it, but thank you for the food!"
he nodded, walking off back to his room. "yea let me know, next time maybe yuji will be awake so i don't come bother you again, yeah?"
you began eating while scrolling on your phone, and he returned to his room. as soon as the door clicked shut, he set down his own noodles and ran a hand through his hair. when the hell did he get so confident and why would he self promote himself like that?! he sat at his desk head in his hands while he thought deeply.
'will she even be up for it? what if yuji finds out? does she think im weird? i wonder if she thinks im creepy..'
and one thought that stood out-
'if she agreed...maybe she has a thing for me like i do for her?'