choso and my life is yours. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
anything will do. preferably a powerful reader. they know their stuff you know what im sayin
thank you sooososoossosososoooooooo much twin you’re the best
𝝑𝑒 warnings : mentions of blood/violence, but otherwise fluff. all of it.
•◦❥◦• Summary! : The fight against Naoya Zenin was one that Choso certainly didn’t see coming, after Yuji had run off and Choso was left to face him, he could clearly tell this was a fight that he would have to persevere through… until a particularly strong sorcerer comes along.
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He’s fast… much faster than Choso anticipated. His eyes can’t even track him, let alone be able to predict his next move. Getting pummeled by Naoya’s fist was a price Choso would absolutely pay if it meant Yuji got away safe, but that other sorcerer, the one with the sword; what was his deal? Said he was here to execute Yuji, he was fast too. Choso gets punched in the gut again, spitting up blood as the assault continues. He needs a plan and fast. Another kick to the face sends him flying in the other direction, hitting a concrete wall with a loud bang. He falls to the ground, he has to get up, his vision is hazy and he’s bleeding from multiple injuries. But he’s alive, therefore he must keep moving, he pushes himself up on his hands, his head is spinning. Move. He screams at himself in his head, MOVE!
He shakily gets to his feet, seeing Naoya right in front of him, the cocky bastard waiting for Choso to get back up just to watch him get back down. A sick and twisted game for which the only ending is death or destruction of Naoya, the former being the most likely unless something changes. He wills his hands to rise, a smirk growing on his opponents face. He blinks and Naoya is gone, followed by a loud explosion, Choso expects another kick but what he finds is Naoya pinned against the cement wall… and a new person has their weapon against his throat.
Who… was that? The unknown sorcerer has already beaten Naoya in less than half the time it’s taken for Choso to be knocked down. His opponent looks up at the unknown sorcerer, jaw clenched, “Long time no see, Y/N.” That must be your name… he watches as you press your weapon, which appears to be a staff that reeks of cursed energy harder on his throat, “Shut your mouth you piece of shit.” You growl, with startling speed you move your staff and whack the man in the side of his head knocking him out. Letting him fall to the ground you step over him, your eyes now on Choso. He feels his body go ice cold, what a look. He watches as you turn back to the unconscious man putting your staff in its sheath.
“Sorry.” Is the only thing you say as you haul Naoya onto your shoulder like he’s nothing more than a bag of rice, he’s completely flabbergasted. “For what?” He says, taking a step toward you as you turn back, “For him.” You say flatly.
For Naoya? Choso didn’t understand, you saved him. He should be thanking you and yet you’re apologizing to him? He was undoubtedly confused. He had no idea what to say, humans were so confusing… “Thank you.” He says softly, you only nod, he’s not sure where to go from here so he just follows you silently as you walk.
“Why did you do that?” He asks finally, you don't turn back to look at him, you just keep walking. “I’ve got a bone to pick with this guy.” You say, “Any more information than that and I’d have to kill you.” You look back at him with a teasing smile but he genuinely can’t tell if you’re joking. His eyes just widen a little and he nods like he completely understands, “Of course, yes.” You look back ahead still carrying the man on your shoulders.
Another wave of silence comes over the two of you, “You’re a Cursed Womb Death painting, right?” Pause, “I heard you guys got released by Geto.” You say with a tone that is purely factual, then you add on “Never thought I’d run into one of you like this.” He had no idea that he and his brother's release got around. “Yeah… but it’s only my brother Yuji and I right now.” He says, choosing to leave out the part where two of his brothers died.
“Ah, where is Yuji? I’ve heard so much about him; Sukuna’s vessel.” You look at him over your shoulder, he’s unsure if he should trust you. Those eyes, they go deeper than what it seems. But you did save him, maybe if push came to shove you could help Yuji? “He’s in a fight with an executioner.” He says, trying to give the bare minimum of information, if you knew who he was and who Geto was, you most certainly knew that Yuji was wanted. You nod, “Yuta?” You ask, clearly you knew your stuff. He just wishes he knew how. “I’m not sure his name. He wears a—“ You cut him off, “A white sweater with black pants, he has a sword, black hair and dark eyes?” Once again you look over your shoulder and smile at him. “That’s Yuta.” Eventually you stop walking, he stops right behind you.
You, with surprisingly careful hands, take Naoya off your shoulder, Choso can’t see what’s in front of you but you drop Naoya down. You walk away and he sees that it was a… manhole leading to a sewer system. Maybe just a last ‘Fuck you’? He looks down into the sewer, “Don’t get too close.” Your voice makes him jump, he looks at you. You’re rolling your shoulder, “Filled that sewage system with curses, they’ll tear him apart. You don’t wanna see that, now do you?” You stretch one last time before letting your arm fall to your side. “He won’t be a very pretty sight once my babies are done with him.” So you were a curse user.
But even without your curses you had so much strength, not even including the weapon that’s strapped to your back, plus what seems to be your infinite well of knowledge. Just who were you? Certainly not someone Choso ever wanted to piss off, that’s for sure. He has no way to warn Yuji to not get on your bad side either. He has to play his cards right. “I’m Choso.” He says, holding his hand, as you turn toward him you stare at his hand almost like you’re scrutinizing the way he holds it out. After a moment you put yours in his, shaking gently, “Y/N.” He had heard your name from Naoya but he knows to really lock it in his brain. You could be either death or life.
When you let go of his head you turn away, “Well, I guess I’ll see you. I’m sure we’ll meet again.” You start to walk away before he blurts out, “Wanna team up?” You stop once again and look over your shoulder at him, “Why would I do that? I work alone.” He knows he has to convince you, you could be such a powerful asset. “Maybe not team up… but do you want to be… friends?” You turn and face him, your hands in your pockets, “Friends?” You scoff, “The Jujutsu world is no place to make friends.” You say.
“Just for now? I’m injured.” He says, maybe you lean towards the empathetic side? After seeing your expression he knows that’s not the case, “Ok, ok, ok. You’re strong, you can clearly make it by yourself. I’m strong too! I know that fight with—“ He realizes he never got his name, “that… guy doesn’t prove that. But I have access to things you might want!” You suck your teeth and sigh, “Like what?” Good! He’s got your attention.
“Like… like the higher ups of Jujutsu society! Or cursed weapons! Or I have connections to the vessel of Sukuna! That interests you… right?” Please, please, please. You lean on your hip, “What if I wanted to kill Yuji Itadori?” You question, watching his expression shift. “Do you?” He asks wearily, “Answer the question, would ya, sweetheart? I haven’t got all day.” His fists clench.
“If you were out to execute my brother, I would fight to the death to kill you.” He says with such resolve you believe him without a doubt. You tilt your head a grin, “And if someone was after me?” It’s almost like you were testing him, “I think you’d be able to handle it.” He says, he doesn’t even see you do it but you grab your staff and swing it at his feet, now he’s on his back. “What if I was knocked out? Would you fight to the death for me?” You ask as you stand over him.
He has no idea what to say or do, you could easily kill him in this position, but if he got up there’s a chance you would attack again, “I—“ You cut him off once again, slamming your staff end into the ground a couple inches from his head. He can feel the cursed energy seeping from it, from you. The blood lust. Fuck, you were scary. “Being a teammate, or even just a friend means you make a pact. To defend one another, whether that means until destruction or until death you keep fighting.” Your voice is stern, “And if I can't trust my teammates to do so for me, I don’t make them my teammates. So what is it? If I was in trouble would you fight with your life on the line for me? Is being my teammate worth that for you?” You stare in his eyes your own full of cursed energy, power, strength.
He swallows, “If it came to that… Yes. I would. If the choice, however, was between you or my brothers. I wouldn’t think twice to let you die.” He says trying to steel his voice. He hopes that answer is good enough, he really does. You stare at him for a few more seconds before you lift your staff, nod, and put it back in its place on your back. “Your brothers are the most important thing to you?” You ask, still staring down at him, his position makes him feel vulnerable but he really needs you on his side. He nods, “Yes. Family trumps everything. My brothers are the best thing in my life.” He says softly.
You wonder what he would do once someone finally killed his brothers, almost like it was a certain thing. Not an if but a when. There’s no doubt that one or multiple are already gone. He’s clearly clinging to the ones he has left. His skills definitely need a little sharpening up… but he’s not going to drag you down, you don’t think at least. He hasn’t gotten in your way once, in fact he was distracting Naoya when you got to him, so he’s already done you a favor. But you’d already returned it by saving him. The two of you were even. The choice lies with you. Do you take Choso as your teammate or leave him behind?
After a moment of silence you crouch down to his level, your face a couple inches from his. He’s unnerved but clearly you have an objective. You stare him down, and he wills himself to not look away. A couple of seconds that feels like forever before you sigh. “Fine, get up.” You say standing up, he scrambles to his feet thankful for the new position that isn’t nearly as vulnerable as the last. “If you double cross me, I’ll kill you. If you attack me, I’ll kill you. If I even catch a whiff of you betraying me, I’ll kill you. I won’t even blink. Do you understand? I’m doing you a favor.” You glare at him and he nods. “Yes Ma’am— er— yes. Okay. Sure.” He swallows.
You turn and begin walking away, he follows behind you.
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It’s been a couple months since you had accepted his offer to become allies. You, Yuji, and Choso all teaming up, for the purpose of staying alive. Meeting Yuji was tense at first, his usual bubbly personality was missing so the two of you just stared at each other until Choso started talking, introducing the two of you. Soon enough Yuji warmed up - soon enough as in : 4 minutes - and you accepted that if you were allies with Choso, Yuji Itadori was going to have to come along as well despite any protests you may have had about the dangers he brought. How you wanted to keep a low profile. You decided ultimately if it came down to it you could protect the both of them, because that’s what teammates do right?
One night, one cold evening. You and Choso sat awake, while Yuji slept. He always slept first, Choso hated when Yuji slept after him and you didn’t trust Yuji to not eat all the rations. So here you were, just you and Choso watching the fire, well you were watching the fire while Choso worked on drawing a map of Shibuya absolutely refusing to use the new technology that the New Age brought. He marked down with meticulous detail where the stronger curses were, territories, etc. You glanced at him and his focused expression. You never could tell if the hues around his eyes were due to fatigue or if that was just how he was. You figured the latter as he always slept so much. You look back down and with your staff you move about the wood to keep the fire going.
“Did the building we passed through today have a lot of cursed energy to you?” He asks, just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for Yuji to wake up, “Define ‘a lot’, there’s definitely a cursed spirit in there. Nothing we couldn’t handle if we went tomorrow.” You say in the same volume. He looks at you, watching the flames illuminate your features. There’s no doubt in his mind anymore that he can trust. After several months being around you, you’ve done nothing but help and fight with them, fight for them even. He thinks that you guys are friends, but he wasn’t even quite sure what a friend was? He knew you were allies, he knew that that was. But aren’t friends different from teammates? How long does one have to be friends with another before they are friends?
“Y/N?” He says, you look up at him, “Are we… friends?” He watches your face, looking for any sign of emotion that he can detect. His fingers fold up the map creasing the folds until it’s a neat square.
“Do you want to be?” You reply, just like always your eyes drill into his. But after so long being around it his throat doesn’t dry up. He can think now, if only just a little more than when you first met. “I think so.” He says softly. There’s a moment of silence between you two. “Okay then. We’re friends.” You look back at the fire, watching the flames lick the sky and leaving a smoky cast behind. He smiles softly, “Okay.” Is all he says back. Being newly friends makes him wonder what friends even do? Would anything change or was it just a title? From allies to friends. What comes after friends? He wonders if he could trust you with that question. He’s almost certain he can, you had seen Yuji explain things such as that before to him.
“What comes after friends?” Choso asks, his eyes still on you, tracing your features, waiting for your answer. “Best friends.” You say softly. He takes a breath, “What’s the difference?” You look at him.
“Best friends have more trust between them, more love, and emotion.” You try to explain, but you’ve only ever had one best friend. That’s a story for another time.
“Love? I thought love was romantic.”
“It can be. But platonic love comes from friendships.”
“Romantic love has to do with desire, wanting the other person in a way that you don’t want friends. You can love friends, but it has more to do with trust and respect and loyalty even.” You weren’t even sure you were explaining this right, where was Yuji when you needed him?
“Do you love me?” He asks softly.
“That’s something you have to earn, like trust.”
“Are love and trust the same thing?”
“No, trusting is having faith. Love is an emotion. But love is not an emotion you just give away.” You say softly.
“Do I love you?” He stares at you.
“That’s for you to decide.”
A moment of silence washes over you.
“Love is a choice?” He asks; God this was so hard to explain!
“Love can be a choice, loving someone is an action.”
“I thought love was an emotion.”
“What do you do when you love someone?”
“You love your brothers, don’t you?”
“That’s family love, different from platonic or romantic. It’s a bond. It runs deeper than blood, it runs in your soul. You can feel that love in your soul can’t you?”
“When you love someone platonically or romantically you show them. In different ways. Platonic love is being there for the person, being available. Being a shoulder to lean on.”
“What about romantic love?”
“What do you do when you love someone romantically?” He nods, and you sigh, “You kiss them… hug them.. I don’t know. You do what feels right. It’s hard to explain.”
“How do you know when you love someone romantically?” He asks softly.
You rub your face, “Uh…Your heart beats faster when you see them, you just feel it. You know? In your heart. There’s no same symptoms for love, Choso.” You look at him, hoping you’re getting through to him. “When you find someone,” Your tone gets gentler, “you’ll know. It’ll feel like they're the only safe spot in the entire world. In the entire universe. You’ll feel like your heart beats for them. It’s a hard feeling to describe to someone who’s never felt it, it feels… scary and beautiful at the same time.” You look back at the fire, having to move the wood again.
“Why is love scary?” He asks, there was so much to know about love…
“It’s like taking a chance on something that you’re not sure will work out. And when you take that chance it’s like your head is gonna explode from how nervous you are. That’s when it’s scary, but then they love you back and it’s beautiful. It’s not scary anymore because it’s worked out.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”
“Love comes again. Like a carousel. Dropping new people, ones who don’t stay sometimes and ones who do.”
“We’ll stay, right? Together?”
You smile softly, “Yeah.. I’ll stay.”
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Being friends with you was better than Choso imagined! Sure nothing really changed but you were nicer to him! Not that you weren’t nice before… but… you know what? He’s not gonna think about it, the important thing is that you two are friends! And after that talk you two had he was determined to make you his best friend!
You said that platonic love meant being there for one another, and boy was he there for you. At every turn you spotted him. Anything you needed done, Choso was on it. Despite your annoyed expression when he snatched your water canteen to refill it for you, you knew he only meant well. And after all it was your fault, you did tell him everything he knew about platonic love. Honestly, you wished Yuji had explained it to him, Yuji probably had a firmer grasp on what it was. How to explain it to someone who’s only ever known family love. So you let him figure out what to do with his feelings by himself. Whether he felt love or no love at all, you knew that through trial and error he would find his way just as everyone else did.
But what you never expected was that he would begin bringing you flowers, nothing extravagant; just small little daisies that were actually weeds but you nor Yuji had the heart to tell him otherwise. You just accepted and gave him a small smile. Which only spurred him forward, he was doing this right! In no time he’d be your best friend!
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That was until a couple months later. Things had really calmed down, and the three of you left Shibuya for the day. Yuji was, of course, excited to see the city again. So much to do and see. While the ever calm and peaceful pair you and Choso made were happy to just follow Yuji around. Until Choso spotted you eyeing the carnival game stand, which looked wildly out of place in this concrete jungle. With no sense of how the game worked, he made Yuji buy him a ticket. Well— then he made Yuji explain the game. Then he watched Yuji play so he could understand the game better… then made Yuji buy another ticket. But oh well! He steps up to the game, it’s a simple one in theory, throw the ball, knock down the pins. Only three of them, that made an easy game! He just had to aim for the middle. It really was child’s play.
He turns his head over his shoulder to see if you were watching, both you and Yuji were. So he reels his arm back, aiming for the middle. This is sure to knock them down! He slings his arm forward, letting go of the ball at the perfect moment! The aim was perfect, the projection, the wind, the ball flies towards the pins and—!… Gets stuck between the three pins. His expression pales, oh no! Has he lost the game? He’s sure to have embarrassed himself now! But he hears laughing…
He turns around and sees you cracking up, your eyes watering as you laugh loudly. He’s never seen you like this. He feels his heart beat faster— his heart beats faster?! He thinks back to that time, that conversation he had with you…
“How do you know when you love someone romantically?”
“Uh…Your heart beats faster when you see them, you just feel it. You know? In your heart.”
This was it… he was feeling it. Watching you laugh at, sure, him. But you were laughing. He swallows, he’s never felt this before. Did his face feel hot? Why was he sweating? He must be ill. You must’ve been wrong about how love feels. This feels horrible. What was he supposed to do? What did you say again?
That when you love someone romantically you hug them? No, wait, he said your love had to be earned… Did that mean he couldn’t hug you until he had earned your love? How would he know if he had? Gosh, this was all so confusing. So out of nowhere! What is a guy to do? He should ask Yuji!
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Yuji sits there cracking up, the same as you after Choso asks him how to earn your love. But after seeing Choso’s serious expression he realizes this is real. “You’ve got the hots for her?!” He practically screams, thank God you were surveying a different floor. Choso can only nod. God this was embarrassing, having to ask his younger brother for advice on women! He was supposed to be giving the advice!
“Okay! Okay! Okay! Here’s what you do..” Choso listens extra close.
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Choso stands in front of your hotel door, the first room you guys have actually bought since you teamed up, deciding that sleeping on the dirt floor was no longer comfortable. He stands rather stiffly in the clothes Yuji picked out. But this is what you do for love right? He wanted to earn your love, and damn it he would give it his all. He looks at Yuji who is hiding around the corner, giving him a thumbs up and making a kissy face.
Choso takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. After a moment you open it, and there’s his heart beating again. So loudly he thinks you might be able to hear it. You look at him with a confused look, “Choso? What are you—“ He shoves flowers in front of you, beautiful ones, not weeds this time. A mix of white roses and day lilies and daisies. You can’t deny they’re beautiful but you can’t help but wonder with what intent he gives them. You take the flowers and give him a confused smile, “Thank you.” You say softly, you look him up and down. “What are you wearing?” He looks down a little self conscious.
He ignores your question, “Do you want to…” Crap! What did Yuji say? “Get a bite to eat?” The improper grammar makes him sound… off. You smile a little wider.
“Uhm… sure. Where did you have in mind?” You ask, Choso looks to Yuji and Yuji is pointing back at you, Look at her! Choso gets the hint and looks back at you.
“There is a very good…” He looks at his hand, the smudged ink doing no good, “Sushi shop a couple blocks away.” He says.
“Okay, let’s go.” You say and walk past him. Going the opposite way of where Yuji is, Choso looks back at him where he’s throwing thumbs up and flapping his hands for Choso to follow you. Choso nods and quickly catches up with you. This was a success so far! He had to continue with the plan.
The dinner went by smoothly, though awkwardly on Choso’s part. Constantly fumbling over his words, why was he so nervous? He’s talked to you so many times but now it’s nerve wracking. What was wrong with him? Now as you walk back to the hotel he stares at you, he wishes the ink on his hand had stayed put so he could have the list of topics to discuss that he needed so desperately. He couldn’t just stare at you the whole time! Yuji said that would make you think he was a perv. Choso didn’t have the heart to ask what a perv was but knew it must’ve been bad.
“So..” Choso starts, “Nice… uh.. hair.” He was hopeless.
You stop walking and look at him. “Choso, we’ve been around each other for 9 months and not once have you ever commented on my hair, nor have you brought me flowers, or taken me to dinner. What’s going on?” You cross your arms, “If this is some weird prank and Yuji put you up to—“
“This isn’t a prank! Not at all!” He blurts out. Looking down at you he gets that feeling again, the warmth in his face, the sweat in his palms, the thud of his heart! “I just— you— you said..” He clears his throat. “I want to earn your love.” He says.
His answer takes you aback, he wanted to earn your love? Oh my God, have you been missing all the signs? Was this a date?!
“You… want to earn my love?” You say with a tad bit of suspicion. Clearly you didn’t fully believe him and that’s okay! He wouldn’t either, he didn’t even really believe himself when he came to the conclusion that he loved you. But there’s no more doubt in his mind, because just like you said… when you know it. You know it. And he knows. There’s no doubt in his head that he loves you. You felt like a safe place and God was he scared. Not of danger… but of taking the chance that he might get hurt. It’s just like you said.
He nods and steps closer, “I want to hug you.” He says and you have to hold back a laugh, he smiles, “What?”
“Nothing— you’re just really surprising me.” You look up at him. You can’t help but admit to yourself that you had the signs of it yourself. Maybe you should take your own advice? Taking the chance, it was a leap of faith. But you knew he would catch you. So you take it. You take the step. Like actually taking the step, you wrap your arms around his middle, your head on his chest. His breath hitches, his heart beating faster and faster. Acting on instinct his arms wrap around you.
A wave of silence falls over the two of you. He’s content just to hold you.
“Is this what love feels like?” He whispers.
“That’s for you to decide.” You say back. “What do you think?”
“I think so.” He tightens his arms around you.
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