Summary: Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that you don't want him inside you 24/7.
Who said that? WHO SAID THAT?! MDNI btw.
Author's note: Well what can I say y'all I'm great at writing smut. Ofcourse I am, that's the only thing my lonely ass thinks about.
On the other hand....maybe it is why I'm lonely...oh well
Also, Choso is SO yung kai and wave to earth coded. Fight me if you disagree.
His dick:
I can be a bitch and say that I'm not the biggest fan of inhumane bodily proportions but he ain't a human, well, atleast half of him. What can I say. Fuck my ass (pls)
A good solid 7 inches when hard, slight upwards curve.
Freakishly girthy at the base for some reason, otherwise the thickness is uniform.
Veiny but in a kinda subtle way. One singular prominent vein along the side of his shaft.
The skin is pale, and a tad reddish-pink at the tip. The flush gets deeper around his slit.
His cum:
Not excessively thick but not watery either, the texture is almost in between the two.
Comes out in pulsing waves that overwhelm his system. It almost hurts a little to cum, because he's clenching the muscles in his stomach a bit too tight. He feels weirdly ashamed in cumming, so subconsciously tries to suppress the act.
You know he's about to cum when his pace starts to get...blotchy? It feels like he's trying his hardest to keep thrusting but he keeps faltering.
Though when he gets super close, he suddenly speeds up a lot and grips you really hard, though he prefers holding the headboard to not hurt you, in that matter.
Gets teary eyed when he cums.
His sounds:
I really, really, really fucking hate that "he growled" shit.
He ain't a dog yo.
Choso's pretty vocal, but in the sense that he moans and whimpers a lot.
Let's out a half moan half desperate sob when he cums. Chokes on his spit sometimes.
Curses heavy but finds himself unable to say any real words or sentences since he's overwhelmed pretty quick.
Occasionally let's out soft praises or tries seeking out whether he's doing good, or if he needs to stop.
"H..hah...hah- where'd..where'd you learn that- holy.."
"Baby- fuck- you're getting k-kinda red down here...wanna...wanna take a break?"
"T-tell me...shiiiiit baby- tell me I'm doing so fucking good...tell me you love me p...pounding this pretty hole.."
His kinks:
Doesn't like talking about them at first, so you'll have to gauge it out of him. He first talks about it when he's all cozied up with his head on your thighs and your hands in his hair.
Loves fucking every single part of your body that he can. He loves fucking your thighs. He loves fucking your tits. He loves fucking your fist. He loves fucking your mouth. And ofcourse, your pussy. Hell, he will even rut against your stomach or thigh if you let him.
Definitely has a thing for Overstimulation, both giving and receiving. Loves fucking you till you're both ready to start sobbing because of how amazing it feels.
Likes to squeeze your tits or hips when he fucks you.
Likes when you use cock rings or nipple clamps on him. His nipples are more on the sensitive end and he might cum from getting them touched if you do it right.
Sub/Pleasure dom, but likes it slightly better if you're on top.
Has a thing for light bondage and the "forced to fuck" kinda situation if you know what I'm trying to say.
Major major MAJOR praise kink. I personally feel like degradation slightly throws him off track and that's why it's a mild turn off.
Likes mirror sex, especially if he's the one being forced to watch.
His favourite positions and ways to fuck:
Lives for spooning while you fuck and fucking you on your side in general. It's just so cosy and perfect in morning times and most of all, there's nearly no gap between you two. Also finds it the easiest position to overstimulate you in.
Really fucks with cowgirl, especially cowgirl's helper cuz he wants to feel like he's pleasuring you too and not forcing you to fuck him.
Likes mating press, but only when he's upset, angry or jealous. Will not hesitate to fold you in half and throw your shoulders over his shoulders. Pulls your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. Particularly loves how much this position fucks you over.
Face down ass up kinda situation except he ends up pulling you up against his chest, nomming on your shoulder and the nape of your neck while rearranging your guts.
His favourite part of your body:
While I said it above that he likes fucking every part of your body, he particularly loves your boobs.
We need to collectively agree and push on the boob guy Choso agenda y'all.
If he could rips a hole through the chest of every one of your shirts, he would, just to have easy access to your boobs
Loves watching them jiggle and bounce while he pounds away. He probably looks at them more than your face, hypnotised.
Will never stop marvelling over their weight and softness.
It doesn't even have to be sexual, he just loves them without any condition applied.
Also a fan of your legs. Not just your thighs, but the entirety of your legs.
Doesn't really have a very specific reason for it.
Will pepper kisses over them if he has you in mating press.
Hope you enjoyed. Could've made it longer, but didn't really want to.
Not my picture!!!^ I DO NOT OWE ANY RIGHTS TO THE ILLUSTRATION!
So um this is my first smut, please don't be mean🥺
The movie night
The cozy hum of the television filled the room, the dim glow from the screen painting soft shadows across the walls. You adjusted your blanket as the opening credits of the movie played, sneaking a glance at Choso sitting next to you on the couch. His sharp features caught the bluish light—the strong jawline, slightly furrowed brows, and his dark eyes, always so piercing, as if they could see straight through you.
Choso wasn’t just your best friend; he was your anchor, the one who understood you better than anyone else. And yet, there was something more—a quiet tension that had been brewing for years, an unspoken connection neither of you dared to name.
Tonight, though, something felt different.
"You've seen this movie like, a hundred times. Don’t you ever get bored?" Choso’s voice broke through your thoughts, low and teasing.
"Not with good company," you shot back, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.
He smirked, leaning back with an air of casual confidence. "Flattery won't save you if you start crying during the sad parts again."
You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a light shove, but his smirk only deepened. The movie played on, but you couldn’t focus. The heat of his arm brushing against yours was too distracting, the faint scent of his cologne intoxicating.
Halfway through, you felt his gaze on you. Turning your head, you met his eyes. His usual teasing demeanor was gone, replaced with something darker, more serious.
"What?" you asked, your voice quieter now.
"Nothing," he muttered, but he didn’t look away.
The air felt thick with something unsaid. You shifted nervously under his gaze, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was.
You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over your legs, but no matter how much you shifted to get comfortable, your attention refused to settle on the movie playing on the screen.
Choso sat beside you, one arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers idly brushing against the strands of your hair. His presence was magnetic, as always. Everything about him demanded your attention—the sharp cut of his jawline, the brooding way his dark eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
But tonight, he wasn’t even pretending to watch the movie.
“You keep fidgeting,” he said, his voice low and rough, tinged with irritation.
You looked up at him, startled by the intensity in his tone. “Sorry. I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”
“It’s not,” he muttered, shifting closer. The couch dipped under his weight, and the space between you all but disappeared. “You’re just... distracting.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “How am I distracting you? You’re the one staring at me.”
He huffed out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “Maybe I wouldn’t stare if you didn’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re daring me to do something I might regret.”
The tension crackled between you, hot and electric. For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
“Choso, what are you talking about?” you finally asked, your voice softer now, almost trembling.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, his frustration palpable. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Do what?”
“This,” he growled, gesturing between the two of you. “Pretending like I’m okay just being your friend. I’m not. I haven’t been for a long time.”
Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because you mean too much to me,” he said, his voice raw. “I didn’t want to risk losing you. But every time I’m around you, every time you smile at me or laugh at my stupid jokes, I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t want to just be your friend anymore.”
You stared at him, his words sinking in like the tide washing over you. “Cho... I—”
Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. For a split second, you froze, stunned by the suddenness of it. But then your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as you melted into him. That made him lose it right there and then.
Choso’s lips trailed up your neck as he hovered over you, his dark eyes ablaze with hunger. His chest heaved against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His weight pinned you to the couch, his body radiating heat and power. Every touch of his hands, every press of his lips, left you trembling with anticipation.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips brushed against your ear. “Spread it for me (y/n)"
You gasped, arching into him, your hands clawing at his back. “I need you, Choso. Please.”
He smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. “Good,” he said, his tone dark and commanding. “Because I don’t think I can stop now, princess.”
The nickname sent a thrill through you, your thighs pressing together instinctively. He caught the movement, his eyes narrowing as he sat back on his heels to look down at you. His hands gripped your thighs, prying them apart effortlessly.
“No hiding from me,” he said, his voice sharp as he delivered a quick slap to the inside of your thigh.
You yelped, the sting of his hand making heat pool in your core. He smirked at your reaction, leaning down to nip at your skin before positioning himself between your legs again.
When his fingers dipped between your folds, his brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Dripping for me already, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Choso, please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand.
“Patience,” he said, his tone teasing as he slipped one long, thick finger inside you. The stretch made you gasp, your back arching as he began to move, slow and deliberate.
“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, adding a second finger. His eyes locked on yours as he thrust them in and out, his movements unhurried but firm. “I can feel you squeezing me already, princess. How are you going to take all of me?”
“Let me try,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.
His laugh was low and sinful, his free hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass that made you gasp. “You’ll do more than try,” he said, pulling his fingers out and lifting them to his lips. He licked them clean, groaning at the taste of you. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
Your body clenched in anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance. When you glanced down, your breath hitched. He was big—long, thick, and veined in a way that made your mouth water and your core tighten with want.
“Eyes up here, princess,” he said, gripping your chin and tilting your face toward his. “I want to see your face when I stretch you open.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against you, the heat and size of him making you whimper. “Relax,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, his lips soft and coaxing. “I’ll go slow at first.”
Slow wasn’t how it felt. As he pushed into you, inch by inch, the stretch was almost overwhelming. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re squeezing me like you're tryna milk me.”
“Choso,” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re s-so big, I'm ah so - fuck- so full.”
He grunted, the sound primal, as he seated himself fully inside you. He paused, his forehead resting against yours as he let you adjust. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hand sliding up to cradle your face. “Absolutely perfect.”
When you shifted your hips, silently begging for more, he chuckled darkly. “Ready already?” he teased, rolling his hips experimentally. The friction made you cry out, your hands clutching at his biceps.
“More,” you begged, your voice trembling.
“More?” he echoed, his lips curling into a wicked grin. His hand slid to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a firm but careful grip. “Say it, princess. Beg me for it.”
“Please, Cho,” you gasped, the pressure of his hand sending a delicious thrill through you. “I need you to fuck me—h harder, . Please!”
His restraint snapped. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your breath hitch as he pulled back and slammed into you, his cock filling you completely. The force of his thrusts sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, each one stronger than the last.
“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his free hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips, angling you just right. “Listen to the way you take me, princess. So messy, so desperate for me.”
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by your breathless moans and his animalistic groans. He thrust into you relentlessly, his pace brutal and unyielding, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.
His hand left your throat to grip your hips, pulling you into him with each thrust. The sting of his fingers digging into your flesh only heightened the pleasure, making you cry out his name.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough. “Scream for me, princess. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”
You were too far gone to respond, your mind consumed by the intensity of him—the way he filled you, stretched you, pushed you past your limits. When his hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting sent you spiraling.
“Choso!” you screamed, your body clenching around him as your release tore through you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your walls tightened around him. “You feel so good, squeezing me like that. I’m not done with you yet.”
With a swift move he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees. Without hesitation, he plunged back into you, his movements rougher than before.
"Fuck Choso wait, ah too much"
“You can take it,” he said, his hand coming down on your ass again. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? My perfect little princess.”
“Yes!” you cried, your voice muffled against the couch. “I’m yours, Choso. Only yours.”
His hand pushed on the small on your back, making your arch deepen even more, if that was possible.
The sound of your submission seemed to push him over the edge. His thrusts grew erratic, his breaths ragged as he chased his release. God it felt so good, and he knew that. "Cho, ah please" you don't even know what you were begging for at this point.
"What is it (y/n)? Did I fuck you dumb already?" His pace getting sloppier, but he doesn't miss going deep inside you thight little cunt. God he was dreaming of this night for so long, he doesn't want it to end anytime soon. "You're gonna milk me dry, yeah princess? Gonna take it all like a good girl you are?" He smacked your ass again to bring you back "Ah~ yes Cho, I want it all"
Drool Dripping down the corner of your mouth, you're on cloud nine and feel you 2nd orgasm approaching. Choso cant hold it any longer, your body is just too perfect, pussy thight and dripping for him "Fuck~ take it, take it all" he grunts in your ear as you cum with him
"Choso!!!!"
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as both of you struggled to catch your breath. His lips pressed against your forehead, his hand brushing damp hair from your face.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft now.
“So are you,” you whispered, your heart swelling as you looked up at him.
He smiled, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Don't get too comfortable, princess because we’re not done yet.”
"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.
Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”
“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.
The air had taken on the distinct crispness of late October, carrying the faint smell of fallen leaves and wood smoke. The park, one of Musa and Choso’s usual meeting spots, was alive with the vibrant hues of autumn—fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows. They walked side by side, their footsteps crunching against the leaf-strewn path, the faint sound of distant laughter from children playing nearby filling the air.
It had been a month now since Musa and Choso’s relationship began, their moments together tucked into the cracks of their carefully constructed lives. Whenever Suguru was with Shoko, Musa would slip out with the excuse of catching up on schoolwork at the library. Other times, Shoko would cover for her, giving her the freedom to meet Choso at random cafés or quiet corners of the city where no one would think to look.
She had learned a lot about Choso during their secret meetups. He wasn’t just the quiet and mysterious guy Suguru called a friend—he was far more complex. Through their conversations, she discovered he had two brothers: Yuuji and Sukuna.
Choso lived with Sukuna, though he admitted his older brother was rarely home. Sukuna split his time between school and boxing, leaving the apartment eerily quiet most days. Yuuji, on the other hand, lived with his friends Nobara and Megumi but visited Choso whenever he could. The way Choso spoke about his brothers made Musa’s heart soften—there was an unspoken protectiveness in his tone, even when he joked about Sukuna’s endless energy or Yuuji’s goofy antics.
And then, there were the little details she hadn’t expected to learn, like the fact that Choso had a tongue piercing. The first time she noticed it, a brief flicker of silver as he spoke, she’d been caught completely off guard. How much more attractive could one man get? It was almost unfair.
“Hey,” Choso said, breaking the silence. He glanced at Musa, his dark eyes warm against the cool backdrop of the season. “You’ve been quiet. Everything okay?”
Musa nodded, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body. “Yeah, just... thinking about how fast this month has gone by.”
Choso’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good fast or bad fast?”
“Good fast,” Musa replied, her voice soft. She turned her head to look at him, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. “Definitely good fast.”
Choso chuckled, his breath visible in the cool air. “I’ll take it.”
They walked a little further, the world around them peaceful in its autumn stillness. Choso broke the quiet again. “So… Halloween’s coming up. Big plans?”
Musa shrugged. “Not really. Suguru and Shoko might do something, but I haven’t heard anything solid yet. Why?”
“Satoru’s throwing a party,” Choso said, kicking at a stray leaf. “You know him—loud music, questionable decisions, and probably some over-the-top costume. Should be fun.”
Musa laughed. “That sounds like Satoru.”
Choso grinned. “You should come.”
Musa blinked, her laughter fading into surprise. “Me? At one of Satoru’s parties? That’s... not exactly low-profile. Remember what happened last time?”
“Think about it,” Choso said, his tone light but persuasive. “Big crowd, plenty of distractions. Shoko can keep Suguru busy, and we can just… blend in. Get lost in the chaos for a bit.”
Musa hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground as she considered it. “I don’t know, Choso. What if someone sees us? Or worse—what if Suguru sees us?”
“ He won't, won't worry too much okay?" his tone is soft and reassuring
“I’m serious, though,” Choso said, his voice softening. “You deserve a night to just… have fun. No sneaking around, no excuses. Just us.”
Musa looked up at him, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his gaze. “Okay,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Choso smiled, his expression lighting up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Musa said, returning his smile. “But if this backfires, it’s all on you.”
“Deal,” Choso said with a laugh. “Now, any ideas for costumes?”
“Something subtle,” Musa said firmly. “We’re supposed to blend in, remember?”
“Subtle,” Choso repeated, his tone teasing. “Got it.”
As they rounded a bend in the park, the distant hum of the city blended with the rustling of leaves. Musa’s thoughts were already racing ahead, the idea of sneaking off to Satoru’s party equal parts thrilling and nerve-wracking.
“Got any ideas?” Choso asked, glancing at her curiously.
She paused, tapping a finger against her chin as she thought. “How about… Pucca and Garu?”
Choso raised an eyebrow. “Pucca and Garu? Like, the cartoon characters?”
Musa grinned, her excitement bubbling over. “Yeah! It’s perfect. Pucca’s always chasing after Garu, and Garu’s… well, he’s quiet and kind of mysterious. It fits.”
Choso laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “So, you’re saying you’re Pucca?”
“Obviously,” Musa said with a mock-serious tone, crossing her arms. “And you’re Garu. It’s not even a question.”
Choso shook his head, still smiling. “Alright, Pucca. I’ll bite. What do I need for this costume?”
Musa’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she clapped her hands together. “Okay, so here’s the plan. You’ll need black pants, a black shirt, red gloves, and—oh, a red heart on your shirt.”
Choso raised an eyebrow. “A red heart? Is Garu secretly a romantic?”
“Of course,” Musa teased, grinning. “He’s just subtle about it. And your signature pigtails are already perfect. You don’t even have to try.”
Choso ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. “Guess I’m a natural ninja, huh?”
“Something like that,” Musa said with a laugh. “And for me, I’ll wear a red dress and put my hair in buns. Simple and cute.”
Choso tilted his head, his eyes softening as they lingered on her. “You’ll look perfect.”
Musa’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly waved him off. “Focus, Garu. We’re talking strategy here.”
He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Black shirt, red heart, gloves, and my hair. Got it.”
Choso leaned closer, his smirk softening. “You really thought this through, huh?”
Musa felt her cheeks heat up, but she held his gaze. “Maybe I’ve been wanting to dress up as Pucca for a while. You’re just my perfect excuse.”
“Glad I could be of service,” Choso teased, his tone light. “Alright, Pucca and Garu it is."
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Musa stepped into the house after her “study session,” the cool autumn air still clinging to her jacket. The soft hum of the TV filled the space, and she spotted Suguru lounging on the couch, his long hair tied back as he flipped through channels.
“You’re back,” he said, glancing up with a small smile. “How was the library?”
“It was good,” Musa replied, setting her bag down by the door. “Caught up on a lot.”
Suguru nodded, stretching slightly. “You hungry? I was just about to make something.”
Musa’s stomach rumbled at the suggestion, and she laughed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll help.”
The two moved to the kitchen, working side by side as they prepared dinner—a simple stir-fry with rice. It wasn’t long before they were seated at the dining table, the warm aroma of their meal filling the room.
As they ate, Musa hesitated for a moment before bringing up her idea. “So, um, I heard from Shoko that Satoru’s throwing a Halloween party.”
Suguru raised an eyebrow, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. “Yeah, I know. Not even surprised.”
“Well,” Musa continued, her voice carefully casual, “would it be okay if I tagged along? Shoko mentioned you guys are going. Well obviously since Satoru is you best friend.”
Suguru frowned slightly, his protective instincts flaring up. For a moment, he considered saying no, but then a thought stopped him: Maybe I’ve been too overbearing. Maybe that’s why she’s been acting distant.
He sighed, setting his chopsticks down. “Yeah, okay. You can come with us. Just… be careful, alright? And stick with Shoko.”
Musa’s face lit up, her excitement unmistakable. “Really? Thanks, Suguru! I promise I’ll behave.”
Musa twirled her chopsticks in her hand, the warmth of the meal and Suguru’s rare relaxed demeanor easing her nerves. She leaned back in her chair, her smile lingering. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re letting me go. I thought you’d say no right away.”
Suguru raised an eyebrow, giving her a mock-offended look. “What, you think I’m some overbearing tyrant?”
“Well...” Musa teased, dragging the word out. “You do have your moments Suguru.”
He smirked, shaking his head. “Can you blame me? You’re my little sister. It’s literally my job to keep you out of trouble.”
“I’m three minutes younger!” Musa protested, playfully glaring at him.
“Still younger,” Suguru countered with a smug grin, taking another bite of his food.
Musa huffed, crossing her arms, but the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. “You act like I’m some reckless kid. I can handle myself, you know.”
“I’m sure you can,” Suguru said, his tone softening. “But I’ve barely seen you this past month. You’ve been running off to the library or Shoko’s all the time. It feels like you’re avoiding me.”
Musa froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly recovered, forcing a casual tone. “It’s just schoolwork, Suguru. Midterms are no joke.”
He nodded slowly, but his dark eyes studied her carefully, as if trying to read between the lines. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ve been so caught up with Shoko that I haven’t noticed what’s been going on with you.”
Musa’s guilt tugged at her, but she pushed it down, smiling brightly. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine, really. Besides, it’s nice to see you happy with Shoko. She’s good for you.”
Suguru’s expression softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, she is. She keeps me grounded.”
Musa chuckled, leaning forward. “And by ‘grounded,’ you mean she puts up with your nonsense and calls you out on it.”
“Exactly,” Suguru said with a grin, not even trying to deny it.
They both laughed, the sound filling the kitchen with an ease that hadn’t been there for a while.
“What are you planning to dress up as?”
“Pucca,” Musa declared, grinning. “It used to be our favorite cartoon, remember?”
Suguru laughed, the sound warm and nostalgic. “Yeah, I remember. You used to run around the house chasing me, yelling, ‘Garu!’”
Musa laughed along with him. “Well, I’m bringing her back for Halloween.”
“That suits you,” Suguru said with a smirk. “Shoko and I are going as a priest and a nun.”
"Seriously, a priest and a nun? That’s... a choice.”
Suguru chuckled “Shoko’s idea. She thought it’d be ironic and hilarious. Who am I to say no?”
Musa shook her head, laughing. “You two are something else. It’s so dark, but I kind of love it.”
“You should’ve seen her convincing me,” Suguru said, leaning back in his chair. “She said it’d be the talk of the party. ‘Suguru Geto, the rebellious priest.’”
Musa laughed harder, almost choking on her rice. “She’s got a point. You do have the vibe for it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Suguru said, rolling his eyes but smiling.
After a pause, Musa tilted her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “So, what’s Satoru’s costume? Do I even want to know?”
Suguru groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly? I don’t know. He says it’s a surprise, which scares me more than it should. You know how he is—he’ll probably go all out just to make a scene.”
Musa grinned. “Now I’m intrigued. I mean, it’s Satoru—how bad can it be?”
Suguru gave her a deadpan look. “You remember last year’s toga party?”
Musa winced. “Oh, right. The golden laurel crown. The glitter. The... extremely short toga.”
“Exactly,” Suguru said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up as, like, a vampire with a 12-foot cape or something equally ridiculous.”
They both dissolved into laughter again, the conversation flowing effortlessly. For the first time in weeks, Musa felt a sense of normalcy with her brother—a reminder of the bond they’d always shared.
As dinner wound down, Suguru glanced at her, his tone soft "You know I love you right sis?"
“I love you too Sugu,” her smile softening.
And for a moment, as they cleaned up the dishes together, everything felt almost perfect
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Halloween night approached, Musa stood in front of the mirror in her room, her red dress laid out neatly on the bed. She ran her fingers through her thick black hair, sighing in frustration as she tried to gather it into buns.
“Suguru!” she called out, her voice carrying through the house.
A moment later, her brother appeared at her door, leaning against the frame with a raised eyebrow. “What’s up?”
Musa turned to him, gesturing at her hair. “I need help.”
Suguru blinked, looking mildly confused. “Help with what?”
“My hair,” Musa said, exasperated. “It’s too thick, and I can’t get the buns right. You’re the only one here, so congratulations—you’re my hairstylist tonight.”
Suguru sighed dramatically but stepped into the room. “Alright, Pucca, let’s see what we can do.”
Musa handed him a brush and some hair ties, sitting down on the stool in front of her vanity. “Half down, and the other half in buns. You think you can handle that?”
“Of course I can,” Suguru said, feigning offense. “I’ve mastered more complicated things than this.”
“Uh-huh,” Musa replied skeptically, watching him in the mirror as he picked up the brush.
Suguru stared at her hair for a moment, muttering under his breath, “You have way too much of this stuff,” before starting to brush it out.
“Hey!” Musa protested, laughing. “It’s not my fault I was blessed with amazing hair. Anyways your acting like yours is shorter than mine”
“Sure, let’s call it a blessing, plus mine isn't as thick nor wavy” Suguru teased, sectioning her hair.
As he worked, carefully parting her hair and securing half of it down, the usual teasing fell into a comfortable silence. The sound of the brush gliding through her waves was soothing, and for a moment, it reminded them both of simpler times—times when they were kids and used to help each other out without hesitation.
“Thanks for doing this,” Musa said softly, breaking the silence.
Suguru glanced at her reflection in the mirror, his expression softening. “Of course. You’re my little sister—it’s my job.”
Musa rolled her eyes but smiled. “Three minutes younger doesn’t make me that much smaller, you know.”
“It’s enough,” he replied, smirking as he twisted the first section into a neat bun.
They fell into silence again as he moved to the other side. Once he was done, Suguru stepped back, admiring his work. “There. Not bad, huh?”
Musa turned her head slightly, her eyes lighting up as she admired the hairstyle in the mirror. The buns were perfectly even, and the loose waves framed her face beautifully. “Wow, Suguru, you’re actually really good at this.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said with a smug grin, crossing his arms.
Musa stood and gave him a quick hug. “Seriously, thank you. I owe you one.”
“You owe me about ten,” Suguru quipped, ruffling her hair slightly just to mess with her.
Musa swatted his hand away, laughing. “You’re the worst. Now I have to fix that!”
“Better hurry up,” Suguru said, heading for the door. “Shoko’s already texting me, saying she’s ready to go.”
“Alright, alright!” Musa called after him, shaking her head as she adjusted her hair.
For a moment, Musa stood there, the warmth of their shared moment lingering. Despite everything, Suguru was still the brother she’d always looked up to.
She quickly finished adjusting her hair, smoothing out any stray strands. As she turned back to her bed, she picked up her long-sleeve red dress, slipping it on carefully. The fabric hugged her chest and waist snugly before flowing out softly, the hem stopping at mid-thigh. She added knee-high black socks and wedge boots, completing the look with a satisfied glance in the mirror.
The outfit perfectly captured Pucca’s playful yet bold style, and Musa couldn’t help but smile.
Suguru’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Musa! If you don’t hurry up, we’re leaving without you!”
Rolling her eyes, Musa grabbed her phone and stepped out of her room. In the hallway, Suguru and Shoko were waiting. Suguru, dressed as a priest, looked his usual composed self despite the irony of his costume, while Shoko, dressed as a sexy nun, was grinning mischievously.
“Hury, we're already late,” Suguru said, crossing his arms.
Musa struck a playful pose. “Worth it, though. I look amazing.”
Shoko nodded in approval. “You do. Pucca never looked so good.”
“Thanks,” Musa said with a grin. “And you two look... disturbingly good. Very morbid. I love it.”
Suguru smirked, adjusting his collar. “We’re stealing the show tonight. No contest.”
“You might have some competition,” Shoko teased, nudging him. “I hear Satoru’s costume is going to be... something.”
The three of them stepped outside, the cool autumn air greeting them as leaves crunched beneath their feet. The faint smell of woodsmoke lingered in the air, adding to the Halloween ambiance.
As they walked toward Suguru’s car, Musa couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. The night promised to be unforgettable—and full of risks.
“Let’s get this over with,” Suguru said, unlocking the car. “The sooner we deal with Satoru’s antics, the sooner we can all just enjoy the night.”
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The drive to Satoru’s house was lively, the car filled with the hum of conversation. Shoko sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with her phone, while Musa leaned back in the rear seat, gazing out at the glowing orange streetlights lining the road. The autumn evening was crisp, the occasional breeze stirring the fallen leaves.
Suguru, ever the careful driver, had one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on the gear shift. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, glancing at Shoko. “If Satoru starts anything tonight, you’re on damage control.”
Shoko smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “What makes you think I can control him?”
“You’re the only one who even tries,” Suguru retorted, rolling his eyes.
Musa chuckled from the back seat. “Honestly, I think we should just let him run wild. It is Halloween, after all.”
Suguru groaned. “Don’t encourage him, Musa. The last time we ‘let him run wild,’ we ended up explaining to campus security why there were goats in the library.”
Shoko burst into laughter. “That was a good one. Admit it, though—you had fun.”
“I had a headache,” Suguru corrected, though his lips twitched into a small smile.
Musa grinned, enjoying the banter. Despite her nerves about sneaking around with Choso, being with Suguru and Shoko always felt like home.
As they approached Satoru’s house, the faint thump of music became audible even through the closed windows. The sprawling property was lit up with strings of orange and purple lights, fake spider webs covering the hedges, and carved pumpkins lining the walkway.
Suguru parked the car, and the three of them stepped out into the cool night air. Musa adjusted her dress, smoothing the fabric, while Shoko tucked a stray lock of hair back under her nun’s headpiece.
“Looks like we’re early,” Suguru said, scanning the driveway.
“Early?” Musa asked, raising an eyebrow. “There’s already a crowd inside.”
“That’s not a crowd,” Suguru replied dryly. “That’s the warm-up group.”
Shoko looped her arm through his. “Come on, Priest Geto. Let’s see what chaos awaits.”
As they walked toward the house, Musa hung back slightly, her heart pounding in anticipation. She knew Choso would be here—he’d promised. They’d already coordinated how to find each other without drawing Suguru’s attention.
They stepped into the house, greeted by the booming bass of the music and the chatter of partygoers. The air was warm and filled with the smell of cider and faint hints of sugary treats. Satoru, dressed in an over-the-top vampire costume complete with a dramatic cape and fake fangs, immediately appeared at the door.
“Welcome, welcome!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. “My favorite trio has arrived!”
Suguru sighed. “Do you have to announce us like that?”
“Absolutely,” Satoru replied with a grin, his fangs gleaming. His eyes landed on Musa, and he raised an eyebrow. “Well, look at you. Pucca never looked so terrifyingly adorable.”
“Thanks, Dracula,” Musa quipped, her confidence returning.
Satoru laughed, turning his attention to Shoko. “And my favorite nun! Forgive me, Sister Shoko, for I have sinned.”
Shoko smirked. “Don’t worry. Your penance will be delivered later.”
As they moved further into the house, the energy of the party surrounded them. Suguru immediately gravitated toward the quieter corner where some of their mutual friends were lounging, while Shoko slipped away to grab drinks.
Musa scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar figure. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Choso leaning casually against the far wall, his Garu costume unmistakable with the red gloves, heart-emblazoned black shirt, and his signature pigtails.
Their eyes met briefly, and he gave her a small, knowing smile. Musa felt her cheeks heat up, but she quickly schooled her expression, focusing on maintaining her cover.
They found themselves gravitating toward one of the main living areas, where couches and beanbags were scattered around a large television. People were mingling, drinks in hand, and the buzz of conversation filled the space.
Suguru leaned against the armrest of a couch, his casual stance at odds with his priestly costume. Shoko handed him a drink—a dark, bubbling concoction Satoru had labeled “witch’s brew.” Musa declined when Shoko offered her one, opting to stay sharp and keep an eye on Suguru’s movements.
“Is it just me, or has Satoru outdone himself with the decorations this year?” Shoko asked, gesturing to the fake cobwebs and glow-in-the-dark skeletons that adorned the room.
Suguru snorted. “That’s what happens when he discovers Pinterest. He’s been sending me mood boards for weeks.”
Musa laughed, imagining her brother enduring Satoru’s hyper-enthusiasm. “I mean, it does look good. But did we really need the fog machine in the kitchen?”
“The better question,” Shoko interjected, “is whether we needed two fog machines in the kitchen.”
They all laughed, their voices blending with the surrounding chatter. For a moment, Musa felt a pang of guilt. Here she was, sneaking around behind her brother’s back, and yet these moments of normalcy with him and Shoko felt so comforting.
“You’ve been quiet tonight,” Suguru said, turning to Musa. “What’s on your mind?”
Musa blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, nothing. Just soaking it all in.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t press. Instead, he took a sip of his drink and leaned back. “You know, it’s nice having you out like this. Feels like old times.”
Musa smiled softly. “Yeah, it does. I’ve missed it.”
Shoko tilted her head, watching them both. “We should do it more often. Minus the fog machines.”
“Agreed,” Suguru said with a chuckle. “Though I doubt Satoru would tone it down to something simple”
As if on cue, Satoru appeared, his dramatic vampire cape billowing behind him. “Are we talking about me?” he asked with a grin, sliding into the empty seat beside Shoko.
“Unfortunately,” Suguru deadpanned.
“Good,” Satoru said, ignoring the sarcasm. He looked at Musa. “You’ve been mingling, right? It’s not a party unless everyone knows you’re here.”
Musa raised an eyebrow. “I think your party is doing just fine without me making rounds.”
“Nonsense,” Satoru replied. “You’re the Geto Pucca. You’re obligated to make an impression.”
“She’s doing just fine blending in,” Suguru interjected. “Don’t make it weird.”
Satoru threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. But if you change your mind, the karaoke machine is in the den. You’re all welcome to serenade us later.”
“Please tell me it’s broken,” Shoko muttered, earning a laugh from Musa.
“It’s not!” Satoru declared, already heading toward his next victim.
Suguru shook his head, sipping his drink. “This party is going to get out of control.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Shoko teased.
Musa watched them, a sense of warmth settling in her chest. Even with her secret relationship lingering in the background, moments like this reminded her why she cared so much about keeping things peaceful. Suguru deserved his good mood, and Shoko was always the glue that kept their group lighthearted.
Still, her gaze drifted back to the far wall where Choso lingered. He was talking to someone now, but his eyes flicked toward her for the briefest moment. Her heart quickened.
She tore her eyes away, forcing herself to stay engaged in her brother’s conversation. After all, the night had only just begun.
Musa caught Shoko’s eye, it was a brief glance, but the small, knowing nod Shoko gave her was all she needed. Taking a steadying breath, Musa excused herself from the group and slipped through the crowd, weaving between costumed partygoers until she reached the quieter, less crowded side of the house.
Choso was already there, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. When he saw her approaching, a small smirk tugged at his lips.
“Was starting to think you wouldn’t show,” he teased, his voice low and smooth.
Musa rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide the grin spreading across her face. “Suguru was hovering. I had to wait for the right moment.”
“And let me guess,” Choso said, pushing off the wall to stand upright, “Shoko was the distraction?”
“She’s the best wingman I could ask for,” Musa replied, stepping closer. “You should really thank her.”
“Maybe I will,” Choso said, his smirk softening into something more sincere. His eyes flicked over her, taking in her Pucca-inspired dress. “You look amazing, by the way.”
Musa’s cheeks flushed. “You’ve already said that.”
“And I’ll keep saying it,” he shot back, the teasing edge returning to his voice.
Musa shook her head, laughing softly. “You’re impossible.”
“Impossible, huh?” Choso stepped closer, his tone playful. “Well, in that case, you’ll just have to dance with me to make up for it.”
She raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider. “Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t strike me as the dancing type.”
“Guess you’ll have to find out,” he said, offering his hand.
Musa hesitated for only a moment before slipping her hand into his. Choso led her back toward the main room, where the music was louder and the energy palpable. The dance floor was packed, but he found a spot in the middle of the crowd where they could blend in.
The music shifted to a bass-heavy beat, and Choso turned to face her, his hands settling naturally on her waist. “Ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, placing her hands on his shoulders.
They started to move, swaying to the rhythm of the music. At first, their movements were small, hesitant even, but as the song picked up, so did their confidence. Choso’s hands gripped her waist a little tighter, guiding her closer until there was barely any space between them.
Musa felt her heartbeat quicken—not from the music, but from the way Choso was looking at her. His dark eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. She felt like everyone else in the room had disappeared, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.
“You’re not bad at this,” she said, her voice light despite the nervous flutter in her chest.
Choso chuckled, leaning in so she could hear him over the music. “Neither are you.”
Their movements became more in sync, a natural rhythm forming between them. Musa’s hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers brushing against the red heart on his shirt. Choso responded by pulling her even closer, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “You’re full of surprises tonight.”
Musa smiled, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “So are you.”
The next song was slower, its sultry rhythm setting a different mood. Musa’s heart pounded as Choso’s hands moved to the small of her back, his touch firm but gentle. She let herself relax into him, her cheek brushing against his shoulder as they swayed to the beat.
For a moment, it was just them—the music, the closeness, the unspoken understanding passing between them.
When the song ended, Choso leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
She nodded, her pulse quickening as he took her hand once more. Instead of leaving the house, Choso led her through the crowd and up the stairs to the quieter upper floor. The hum of the party below faded as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the noise muffled by the thick walls.
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Choso leaned against the wall, his smirk returning as he watched her. “You’re really good at sneaking away.”
“Years of practice ” Musa winked, leaning against the opposite wall.
“Lucky for me,” Choso said, stepping closer. His voice dropped lower, softer. “So, what now?”
Musa’s breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, one hand coming to rest against the wall beside her. His other hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering against her cheek.
“This,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Choso’s lips curved into a soft smile before he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and electrifying. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.
Musa’s fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, her knees weak as the world around them seemed to disappear. She could feel the faint chill of his tongue piercing, adding an intoxicating edge to the softness of his lips.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, both of them breathing heavily.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.
Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”
“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.
The kiss between Musa and Choso lingered, the moment between them so sweet, so private, that they both almost forgot where they were. But just as their lips were about to meet again, they heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Before either of them could react, the door at the far end of the hall creaked open, and there, standing in the doorway, was Satoru Gojo—his tall figure framed by the dim light of the hallway. His vampire costume, complete with a dark cloak and sharp fangs, made him look both intimidating and oddly regal.
Musa’s heart dropped into her stomach. “Satoru!” she gasped, pulling away from Choso in a panic.
Choso, equally shocked, quickly straightened, glancing nervously from Musa to Satoru, who stood there with his usual smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Guess I’m not the only one sneaking away from the party,” Satoru said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Musa immediately stepped in front of Choso, trying to block Satoru’s view, her face burning with embarrassment. “Satoru, please… Don’t tell Suguru,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with urgency.
Satoru raised an eyebrow, studying her with an expression that suggested he was weighing his options. “Musa,” he said, his tone turning serious, “you’re taking a pretty big risk sneaking off like this. You know Suguru could show up any time, right?” His gaze flickered to Choso, and a knowing smile curled on his lips. “And you two, well…” He shook his head, a slight chuckle escaping his throat. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight.”
Musa’s face was flushed with anxiety, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to handle this. She knew that Satoru wasn’t the type to keep secrets for long, but something in his expression suggested he was giving her a chance.
“Please,” Musa said again, her voice softer now, pleading. “I can’t have Suguru finding out like this. I’ll tell him soon, I promise. Just don’t tell him yet.”
Satoru stared at her for a long moment, his lips still twitching with a mischievous grin. “I can’t exactly lie to my best friend,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “But... I guess I’ll keep my mouth shut for now.”
Musa exhaled in relief, her shoulders relaxing for the first time since Satoru appeared.
Satoru continued, his voice shifting to something more playful. “But you should tell him sooner rather than later, Musa. The longer you keep this a secret, the more awkward it’s gonna get. Trust me.” He gave her a teasing smile. “And don’t make me come up here again, okay? You’re making this whole thing way too fun.”
Musa nodded quickly, her face still flushed but thankful for his understanding. “Thank you, Satoru. I’ll tell him soon.”
Satoru's expression softened just a bit. “Now go back to Shoko and Suguru before they start wondering where you went. I’ll stay here and have a little chat with Choso.”
Musa’s eyes widened, but she nodded again, stepping toward the stairs. “Thanks again,” she muttered, her heart still racing as she made her way back to the party.
Once she was out of sight, Satoru’s smile faded, and he turned his full attention to Choso, who was still standing against the wall, arms crossed, clearly trying to figure out how to handle the situation.
“You and I need to talk,” Satoru said, his voice becoming more serious, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached Choso. Choso’s eyes flicked to the door where Musa had just disappeared, then back to Satoru. “You’ve always got something to say,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable under Satoru’s gaze.
“You're playing a dangerous game” Satoru began, his voice low but firm, “She’s Suguru’s sister, if he finds out you're messing with her ..actually he will find out then you'll be dead”
Choso remained silent, his jaw tense as he weighed Satoru’s words. Satoru wasn’t wrong—Suguru was a force to be reckoned with, and if he found out about this... well, it wouldn’t end well for anyone involved.
“I know,” Choso said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “But I’m not trying to make trouble. I really like her.”
Satoru’s eyes softened for a moment, though his smirk never fully left his face. “I can see that but you’ve got to think about the consequences, not just the fun.”
Choso nodded, though he still looked a little conflicted. “I’m not trying to hurt her. I just—it’s different this time, she's different. I don’t want to play with her, it's something I haven’t felt before" He paused, looking down for a moment.
Satoru raised an eyebrow, sensing the weight of Choso’s words. “You guys going to have to tell him soon. Suguru may be angry with you at first but he'll ease up eventually. ”
Choso gave a short, sharp nod. “I know.”
Satoru took a step back, his hands back in his pockets as he flashed a quick grin. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to figure that out. Just... don’t cause too much chaos, alright?”
Choso watched as Satoru turned and made his way down the hall, back toward the party. He leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair as he mulled over Satoru’s words.
Suguru will find out soon enough, he thought, the weight of the decision pressing on him. But for now, all he could think about was the way Musa looked at him when she asked him not to tell.
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Musa made her way back down to the party, feeling a little light-headed from the conversation with Satoru. As she walked toward the living room, she spotted Suguru and Shoko sitting on the couch, sipping on their drinks and laughing. Their conversation was lively, but when they saw her, their expressions softened.
"Hey, Musa," Shoko called out, a teasing smile on her lips. "You find your way to the bathroom okay?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Musa smiled awkwardly, trying to shake off the tension from the hallway. "Yeah, all good. Just... needed a bit of air," she said, her voice sounding a little too forced.
Suguru noticed her discomfort and raised an eyebrow, though he didn't press the matter. "Well, you're back just in time," he said, holding up a beer. "We were about to play a round of beer pong. You want in?"
"Yeah, come join us," Shoko added, her grin widening. "It’s going to be girls versus boys, obviously."
Musa’s stomach twisted for a second as she remembered the recent encounter with Satoru.
Before she could answer, a familiar voice interrupted. "Don’t leave me out!" Satoru said, strolling over with his signature playful smirk.
Musa’s heart skipped a beat. She had just spent the last few minutes with him, awkwardly navigating their brief conversation. Now, here he was, joining the game like it was no big deal. She tried to hide her discomfort, but the way Satoru’s eyes briefly flicked toward her gave her away. He knew what had just happened between her and Choso, and that made everything a little more complicated.
"Great," Shoko laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "The more, the merrier. Boys versus girls it is, then."
Musa managed a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Sure, I’m in."
She sat down on one side of the table with Shoko, as Satoru and Suguru took the opposite side. The game quickly kicked off, and the atmosphere lightened as the cups were filled, the ping-pong balls bouncing from one side to the other.
Musa found herself gradually getting into the game, her earlier discomfort slipping away as she focused on the competition. Shoko was always an expert at beer pong, but Satoru and Suguru were no slouches either. There were a few good-natured jabs thrown back and forth between the two teams, with Satoru mocking her aim and Suguru pretending to be shocked every time she scored a point.
"Nice one, Musa!" Shoko cheered, laughing when Musa made a perfect shot, sending one of the balls into one of the cups.
Musa’s competitive side kicked in, and she playfully teased, "I don’t know, I think I’m carrying the team here."
Suguru smirked, leaning over to Satoru. "Don’t let them get ahead, or they’ll never let us hear the end of it."
As the game went on, Musa felt the tension between her and Satoru gradually lessen. His teasing comments weren’t about her being caught earlier, and she appreciated that. Instead, he was focused on the game, making the whole situation feel more normal again. Still, she couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Choso across the room, wondering what he was thinking and hoping their secret would remain safe, at least for tonight.
Eventually, the game ended in a close victory for the girls, with Shoko giving a dramatic cheer as they claimed their prize of a round of shots. Musa’s mood lightened as she laughed with her best friend, the unease from earlier nearly forgotten. She was starting to have fun, despite the chaos in her mind.
After the game, Satoru raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, we lost fair and square. But just know, I’ll be getting you back next time, Musa."
Musa grinned, relieved that the tension between them seemed to have dissolved. "We’ll see about that," she teased back, as Shoko winked at her.
Musa felt more at ease now that the night had settled into a familiar rhythm,.
The night was winding down, and the atmosphere at the party was slowly settling into a more relaxed vibe. The sound of chatter and laughter echoed through the house, but at the beer pong table, it had become clear who the true champion was.
Shoko, ever the skilled drinker, had effortlessly outlasted Suguru in the drinking game, and now her best friend was slumped on the couch, looking a little worse for wear. Suguru’s face was flushed, and his movements were slow and sluggish. He'd been drinking a little too much, and it was starting to show.
Satoru, always the responsible one (when he wanted to be), had moved to help him. With a playful smirk, he slung Suguru’s arm over his shoulder and started guiding him toward the stairs.
"Guess I’ll be taking my best friend to my room for the night," Satoru said with a grin, glancing back at the girls. "You guys can crash here, or if you want, I can call an Uber to take you home."
Shoko, looking more than a little tipsy herself, gave Satoru a wave. "We’re good," she said, already making her way to the front door. "Call an Uber. No need to stay here, especially if Suguru’s going to be sleeping it off in your room."
Musa nodded, grateful that she wouldn't have to spend the night in the same house as her brother in his current state. She followed Shoko toward the door, her mind still slightly clouded.
Shoko stopped and turned to Musa with a sly smile. "You should call Choso," she said, her voice a little quieter now that they were alone.
Musa blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice low and cautious, though a hint of excitement bubbled beneath the surface. "I don’t want to make it too obvious, you know?"
Shoko gave her a knowing look, a slight grin tugging at her lips. "Of course I’m sure. You’ve been sneaking around this whole time, and now is as good a time as any for you two to have a little more alone time. Besides, you’re not going to keep him waiting forever, right?"
Musa felt a wave of nerves and excitement wash over her. Shoko was right, of course. It had been a while since she and Choso had been able to spend any real time together, and tonight had been full of so many distractions. She took a deep breath, her heart racing a little.
"I guess you're right," Musa said, nodding with a small smile. "Okay, I’ll call him."
Shoko gave her a playful wink before continuing to walk "Good girl."
Musa pulled out her phone the call Choso letting him know they're leaving and to meet her outside.
As they stepped out of the house, she noticed Choso leaning against his car just across the street, his figure illuminated by the dim streetlight. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he stood up straight with a casual smile, his hands in his pockets.
"Hey, there you are," Choso greeted her, his voice warm and inviting.
Musa smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at the sight of him. She was finally getting the time alone with him that she'd been craving, away from all the distractions and pressures of the night.
"Hey," she said softly, walking toward him.
Before she could say anything else, Shoko, who had been waiting by the side walk gave a playful wave to Choso. "You know, Choso," she called out, "you should take Musa home first. I’m good, the Uber’s almost here."
Choso turned to her with a raised eyebrow, offering a polite smile. "I could do that. But it’s no trouble, I can wait and—"
"No, no," Shoko interrupted with a dramatic wave of her hand, a mischievous grin on her face. "I’m fine. Go have fun, you two. I’ll be okay. The Uber will be here in a minute, and I’ll be home in no time."
Musa glanced between them, a little unsure. "Are you sure, Shoko?"
Shoko flashed her a wink and a teasing smile. "Absolutely. You two have a good time. Don’t keep him waiting, now."
Musa let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Alright," she said, though a part of her was still a little nervous. "Thanks, Shoko."
Choso opened the passenger door. "Shall we, then?" he said in that low, teasing tone that made her heart flutter.
Musa nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as she slipped in the seat of the passenger side. "Let’s go."
Shoko gave them a final wave before climbing into the Uber that just arrived, leaving them with nothing but the cool night air and the promise of some much-needed time alone.
Once they were inside the car, Choso started the engine, the soft rumble of the car filling the space. The drive was quiet, but comfortable—neither of them feeling the need to fill the silence. Musa leaned back in her seat, her mind racing with everything that had happened tonight, from the Halloween party to the kiss they had shared earlier.
Choso glanced over at her, his expression softening. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Musa met his gaze, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah," she said, her voice quiet but sincere. "I’m good. Thanks for waiting outside for me."
Choso chuckled, a hint of mischief still in his eyes. "I wouldn’t have left without you. You know that."
Musa’s heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something about how he said it, how serious he sounded, that made her feel both a little lighter and more nervous all at once.
The drive continued with an easy, unspoken understanding between them. Musa wasn’t sure where they were headed exactly, but she was content to simply be in Choso’s presence, away from the chaos of the party and her family. Tonight was theirs, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she could breathe freely.
As the car came to a stop, parking into the driveway. Choso followed Musa to the front door, the quiet night only addig to the anticipation. Once inside, they both paused for a brief moment as the door clicked shut behind them, the stillness of the house amplifying the tension building in the air. Musa's heart was beating so loudly, she was sure Choso could hear it too.
She didn't say anything, with a glance at Choso she stepped closer, hands sliding up to his chest. Choso didn't hesitate - quickly closing the distance between the two, immediately leaned down to capture her lips. The kiss was slow at first but quickly became more urgent and hungry for desire. Musa’s hands roamed too his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as the intensity of the kiss deepened, igniting something in her that she couldn’t quite control. He licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance which was granted without hesitation. Their tongues fought for dominance and the little metal ball making Musa slowly lose her mind.
Choso’s hands moved to her waist, gripping gently but firmly as he slowly began leading her backwards. Neither of them broke the kiss, and soon, they were navigating through the dimly lit hallway toward her bedroom.
The air between them thick with tension, both of them knowing exactly where this is heading, yet neither of them in a hurry to rush it. Choso’s movements were deliberate, guiding her every step without breaking their connection, as if everything in the world outside of them had faded away. The moment their bodies brushed against the doorframe of her room, he leaned her against it briefly, his lips never leaving hers, before he gently nudged the door open with his foot.
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Once inside, Choso pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. "You sure?" He asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
Musa’s answer was immediate, her hands tugging at his shirt to pull him closer again "I'm sure" she breathed out.
And with that the kiss resuming, with renewed passion. Choso’s hands found the zipper on the back of her dress, slowly zipping it down and slipping it down her body ever so teasingly. He gently pushed her down on the bed, guiding her down onto the soft sheets as he hovered over her. His hands were carefully caressing her body, never rushing as if savoring every second of this moment with her.
Musa’s heart raced, hands moving to tangled in his hair. Every touch sending jolt of electricity through her, she couldn’t think of anything else but him.
She couldn’t help the small noises that left her lips, the moment getting more intense by the second. Her hand trembling slightly but filled with determination, found the hem of Choso’s shirt. She hesitated for only a moment before tugging gently, signaling for him to take it off. Choso noticed her movement and pulled back from their heated kiss, dark eyes locking with hers. Without a word, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head with one swift motion, tossing it to the side.
Her breath hitched as her eyes traveled over his toned chest and arms, the piercing on his tongue now matched by the faint glint of a small barbell on his nipples. Choso’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile as he caught her staring. But when his gace dropped back to her, his breath catching in his throat.
Musa layed before him, her long black hair fanned out over the pillows, her baby blue eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and desire. She was clad in delicate lingerie that hugged her figure perfectly, her skin glowing in the soft light of her room. The black lace contracted her beautifully against her complexion, and the knee high socks added a touch of innocence that only made her look even more enchanting.
Choso exhaled slowly, his voice low and filled with awe. "You’re perfect" his tone so sincere that it made Musa's cheeks flush even deeper.
Her gaze flickered away, "Don’t say thay" she mumbled, though the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed how much his words affected her.
Choso leaned down, cupping her cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing over her heated skin. " I mean it, you are perfect Musa, every single part of you"
Before she could respond, his lips where on her jaw, placing soft, lingering kisses along the curve. His free hand rested slightly on her waist, grounding her as he continued his tender exploration.
Musa let out a soft gasp when his lips trailed lower brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. Choso paused for a moment, his warm breath fanning over her collarbone. He placed gentle kisses over it, careful not to leave any marks.
She couldn’t control the little moans escaping her lips, each sound making it harder for Choso to control himself.
He was treating her as if she were the most delicate thing he'd ever held, and yet there was an unspoken promise in the way his lips lingered against her skin - a promise that he wanted to worship her, to show her how much she ment to him.
Choso pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he looked into her eyes " Tell me if I'm going too fast, okay?" He whispered, voice filled with concern and affection.
Her hands finding his, fingers interlocking together. "Okay" her voice was soft, filled with trust and she leaned up to kiss him again, pulling him back into the moment.
Choso’s lips never left hers as his hands slid down her back, his fingers deftly finding the claps of her bra. With a soft flick , he unhooked it, the tension of the fabric realesing instantly. Musa froze for a moment, her breathing uneven, "Relax Princess" he softly whispered.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers, giving her a chance to stop him if she wanted. When Musa didn't protest, he carefully slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, discarding the fabric to the side. His eyes roamed her body with a look of awe, his hands moving to gently cup her breasts.
"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with admiration. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks, and Musa gasped softly at the sensation.
He leaned down, his warm lips leaving soft kissed along her jaw, trailing lower until his pierced tounge flicked over her nipple. The cool touch of the metal sent a jolt through her, and she arched into him, one hand quickly flying to his hair and the other gripping the sheets below her.
"Choso..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body reacting to every flick and swirl of his tounge.
He took his time worshipping her with his hands and mouth, one tongue-twisting sensation after another building the heat between them that she could no longer ignore. Her thighs pressed together instinctively and she could feel the growing ache pooling low in her stomach.
Choso trailed his lips lower, kissing down her sternum and across her stomach, his movements slow. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he paused glancing up at her for permission. Musa nodded, her cheeks flushed and Choso smirked softly below pressing a gentle kiss just above her belly button.
Hooking his fingers into the side of her panties, he began to slowly, ever so teasingly pull them down. He loved how she squirmed under his touch, his eyes fixed on her face, to capture every reaction. Once the fabric slid down her legs, joining the pile of clothes on the side, Choso slightly leaned back to admire the view.
"You're perfect" he said softly
Before Musa couldd respond, Choso grabbed her legs, gently placing them on each side of his shoulders. He pressed a kiss inside her thigh, then another and another, inching closer to her core. Musa’s breath hitched as he finally dipped his head, lips brushing over her folds in the lightest touches.
Small noises of pleasure escaped her lips, and Choso groaned quietly against her skin, the sound vibrating through her.
When his tongue made contact, she gasped, hand flying to his hair. He started slow, his pierced tongue exploring her carefully.
"Choso, you're teasing..." she moaned, her voice high and breathless, hip bucking involuntarily.
"Patience princess, I want to enjoy every second"
His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as his tongue delved deeper, alternating between long, languidly strokes and and precise flicks over her most sensitive spot.
Her body grew hotter with every movement of his tongue, her moans getting louder. She couldn’t think nor speak, only feel as Choso worked her over with a skill that left her trembling beneath him.
"God, you taste so good" he murmured against her, voice muffled.
She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckle turning white while her other hand slightly tugging at his hair.
He shifted, angling his tongue just right while one of his hand slipped between her legs, teasing her entrance with a single finger. The combination of sensations was overwhelming and Musa’s back arched into his touch, her cries becoming more frantic.
Hearing her like this only encouraged him more.
"You're close aren't you?" He smirked
" Let go for me Musa, I want to feel you come on my tongue."
His voice was enough to send her over the edge, body tensing as the pleasure washed over her. Choso didn't let up, his tongue continuing it's ministrations to draw out every last tremor of pleasure until she was left panting and trembling beneath him.
When she finally relaxed, he pressed gentle kisses along her thighs before lifting his head, his lips glistening as he looked up at her. Musa couldn’t form words ,her body still tingling from the aftershock. She watched with hooded eyes as Choso stood and began to undress. Her eyes flowing his movements, glued to his body, down to his happy trail ever so slowly. When he slid his pants and boxers off, leaving him bare Musa’s eyes widened. God he's huge.
He leaned over her again, hand brushing her cheeks as his gaze locked with hers, "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
" I trust you"
"It might hurt a little at first, but if you want to stop at any point, just tell me."
Musa nodded and smiled nervously. His eyes flicked down to her knee high sock, a smirk tugging at his lips.
" I'm leaving these on, way too sexy to take it off of you."
Musa let out a nervous laugh, her face heating up even more.
Choso kissed her softly, his body settling between her legs as he slowly positioned himself. He interlocked his fingers with hers by her hand, as she lightly squizzed it signaling she's ready.
His other hand gripping her waist as he slowly inched himself inside of her warmth, allowing her to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
Musa gasped, her body tensing as she felt him strech her. Choso immediately paused, forehead resting against hers.
"You're doing so well," he whispered softly " Just breathe for me princess"
Her breathing slowed, giving a small nod, encouraging him to continue. Choso pushed further, bottoming her, he stilled, his own breath ragged as he fought to control himself.
"You okay?" He asked softly, his dark eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.
Musa opened her hooded eyes, small smile playing on her lips despite the painful strech.
"I'm okay"
Choso kissed her forehead tenderly as he pulled back just enough to set a slow rhythm. His thrusts were deep and measured, his focus entirely on her and how she responded. He wanted to know every inch of her.
Musa couldn’t control the soft moans that left her lips as the initial discomfort faded, replaced by a building pressure that had her gripping Choso’s shoulders.
"Cho..." his name leaving her lips like prayers.
"God, I love it when you call me that"
His pace getting faster, sinking deeper inside of her, drawing moans after moans out of her and each getting louder.
The room filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, their shared breath fogging the room.
Her soft cries of pleasure, the way her body arched to meet his every move to meet his thrusts almost drove him to edge, but he held back to savor this moment with her.
"Cho it feels...ah...s-so good,"
He groaned low, lips vibrating against her neck as he pressed kisses against it. Her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, bodies melting into each other as she was getting close. He noticed how her body's reacting, clenching down onto him, her moans getting louder, he new she was close and so was he.
"Let go princess, I got you"
His words encouraged her as she reached her climax, she cried out his name. Her body trembled, her walls tightening around him making him cum in an instant. He held her close, his arms wrapping around her as he rode out his high, breath ragged and uneven. The two of them layed intertwined, their body still trembling from the aftershock. "You’re amazing" pressed a gentle kiss on her cheeks.
Choso gently brushed a strand of Musa’s hair out of her flushed face, his thumb softly tracing her cheek. “Stay here,” he sat up and grabbed his discarded boxers.
Musa watched him with a tired but content smile, her heart fluttering at how thoughtful he was. He slipped on his boxer and disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp cloth.
“This might be a little cold,” he said softly, sitting beside her and carefully wiping her down, his movements tender and deliberate. Musa’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away, appreciating his gentleness.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and a little shy.
Choso offered her a small smile. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his tone warm. After ensuring she was comfortable, he discarded the cloth and helped her pull on a loose shirt she’d grabbed from the edge of her bed.
Once she was settled, Choso slid under the covers beside her, pulling her close. Musa nestled against his chest, her head resting over his heart as she listened to its steady rhythm. His arms wrapped securely around her, one hand gently running up and down her back in soothing strokes.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice a quiet rumble in the dimly lit room.
“Very,” Musa mumbled sleepily, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re really warm.”
Choso chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Good,” he murmured. “You deserve to feel safe and cared for.”
Musa tilted her head up to look at him, her baby blue eyes meeting his soft gaze. “I do with you,” she said honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Choso’s heart swelled at her words, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling her even closer. “Get some sleep, Musa,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Within minutes, Musa’s breathing evened out, and she drifted off to sleep, her body relaxed in his embrace. Choso watched her for a while, marveling at how peaceful she looked, before closing his eyes and letting himself be lulled into sleep, the warmth of her presence grounding him.
The night passed quietly, the two of them lost in their own little world, safe and content in each other’s arms.
"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.
Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”
“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.
Weeks had passed since that chance encounter in the library, and Musa’s days had taken on a new rhythm. Every morning, she’d wake up to a text from Choso.
Cho🦝: Good morning, princess. Don’t forget you’ve got that group project today.
It made her smile every time. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, spanning everything from their professors’ quirks to Satoru’s latest chaos.
Musa🐰: He really tried to convince the professor that his essay vanished into the ether?
Cho🦝: It’s Satoru. I think he almost had them convinced until Suguru called him out.
By night, their texts became even more intimate.
Cho🦝: Goodnight, Musa. Sweet dreams.
Musa: Goodnight, Cho. You too.
It was these little exchanges that had Musa falling, slowly but surely. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment her feelings shifted, but now, whenever she saw his name on her screen or heard his deep, calming voice, her heart raced.
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One afternoon, Musa was walking through the bustling college halls with Shoko. The brunette was grinning ear to ear, her excitement palpable.
“Suguru and I went bowling last week” Shoko began, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Let me tell you, your brother is—”
“Stop.” Musa held up a hand, her face scrunched in mock disgust. “I don’t want to hear how ‘hot’ my brother is.”
“But he is,” Shoko teased, nudging her playfully. “Honestly, you’re lucky you’re related, or—”
“Shoko!” Musa groaned, covering her ears.
Laughing, Shoko relented, changing the subject. “Fine, fine. Speaking of handsome guys, how are things with Choso?”
Musa felt her cheeks heat up. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on,” Shoko said, giving her a knowing look. “You two have been talking non-stop. Are you finally going to admit you like him?”
Musa hesitated, biting her lip. “Okay… maybe I do. But what if he doesn’t feel the same? I mean, he’s so calm and collected, and I’m just… me.”
Shoko waved off her concern. “Musa, you’re amazing. If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind. But you won’t know unless you try.”
Musa sighed, her shoulders slumping. “And what about Suguru? He’s going to freak out if he finds out I like one of his friends.”
“That’s true,” Shoko admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not like he can stop you. Besides, this is about you and Choso, not him.”
Musa nodded, though her doubts lingered.
“I’ve got an idea,” Shoko said suddenly, her eyes lighting up. “Suguru and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Why don’t you invite Choso over while we’re out? See how it goes.”
“Are you sure?” Musa asked, unsure but intrigued.
“Absolutely,” Shoko replied, grinning. “Just text me when we’re on the way back so you can, you know, hide him before your brother loses his mind.”
Musa couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”
But as they continued down the hallway, she already knew she was going to do it. The thought of having Choso over made her heart flutter, and for the first time, she felt like she was taking a step toward something real.
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The day started off like any other for Musa. Her phone buzzed as she walked across campus, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the notification.
Cho🦝: Found this one today, thought you’d like it.
It was another meme of a cat doing something ridiculously silly, this time trying to fit itself into a tiny vase. Musa giggled, her thumbs flying over the keyboard.
Musa🐰: Where do you even find these?
Cho🦝: Secret cat meme stash. I could share, but then I’d have to silence you.
Musa🐰: A little extreme for memes, don’t you think?
Cho🦝: Maybe. But you’re smiling, right?
She paused, realizing she was grinning from ear to ear. Before she could respond, someone grabbed her by the shoulders, making her jump.
“Boo!” Satoru’s familiar voice rang out behind her.
“Ugh, Satoru! What is wrong with you?” Musa clutched her chest, glaring at him.
“What’s wrong with you? Walking around with that goofy smile,” Satoru teased, peering over her shoulder. “What’s got you so distracted?”
“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, slipping her phone into her pocket.
Satoru wasn’t convinced. With his usual chaotic energy, he reached out and snatched the phone before she could react.
“Satoru, no! Give it back!” she pleaded, jumping to grab it.
But he was too tall, holding the phone high above her head as he unlocked it. His eyes immediately landed on the contact name: ‘Cho🦝’.
He froze, staring at the screen. Then, slowly, he turned to her, his eyes wide with mock disbelief. “Cho?”
“Give it back, Satoru,” Musa hissed, her face turning crimson.
“Oh. My. God,” Satoru said, his grin spreading like wildfire. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?!” Musa exclaimed, still trying to grab her phone.
“You and Choso!” Satoru shouted dramatically, spinning around in a circle. “I knew something was up!”
“Satoru, keep your voice down!” Musa pleaded, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
But Satoru wasn’t done. He shoved the phone back into her hands and crossed his arms, suddenly adopting a much more serious expression. “Alright, Musa. Spill. How did this happen? When did it start? And, most importantly, where is this going?”
Musa groaned, covering her face with her hands. “You’re not my brother, Satoru. I don’t owe you answers.”
“Yeah, but I’m like your brother, which means I get to do the overprotective thing now.” He leaned in closer, squinting. “Does Suguru know?”
“No!” Musa snapped. “And he’s not going to find out—especially not from you.”
Satoru raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But seriously, Musa. How did this happen? You two barely talked before.”
Musa sighed, deciding there was no way to avoid the conversation. “It just… happened, okay? We started texting after a library study session, and now we talk every day. It’s nothing serious.”
Satoru tilted his head, a rare softness in his tone. “Do you like him?”
Musa hesitated, but eventually, she nodded. “Yeah, I think so”
Satoru’s teasing demeanor hardened for a moment, an unusually serious look crossing his face. “Listen, Musa. Choso’s my friend, but you should know… he’s not exactly the ‘settle down’ type. He’s been known to hop from girl to girl when he gets bored.”
Musa’s chest tightened at his words, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “You really think he’d do that to me?”
Satoru sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him with someone like you, but that doesn’t mean he’s changed. Just… be careful, okay? You’re my favorite little troublemaker, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Musa nodded, a lump forming in her throat. “Thanks, Satoru. I’ll be careful.”
Satoru smiled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, secret’s safe with me—for now. But if Choso hurts you, I’m feeding him to the cats he loves so much.”
Musa couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for Satoru’s chaotic but supportive energy.
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The first class of the day was dragging. Musa tapped her pen against her notebook, her attention drifting far from the professor's monotone lecture. Her phone buzzed faintly in her bag, and she instinctively reached for it.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard as she debated whether to text Choso. Finally, she mustered up the courage.
Musa🐰: Hey, do you wanna hang out tonight? Suguru and Shoko are going out, so the house’ll be quiet.
The message sent, and Musa stared at her phone, nerves building. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with Choso’s reply.
Cho🦝: Sure. What time?
Musa grinned, her stomach flipping in excitement.
Musa🐰: Come over around 7?
Cho🦝: I’ll be there.
The simplicity of his response only made her smile grow. She tucked her phone away and tried to focus on the lecture, but the rest of the class was a blur. All she could think about was seeing Choso later.
When the class ended, she quickly sent another text to Shoko.
Musa🐰: The plan’s on. Let me know when you and Suguru are heading back.
Shoko’s reply came almost instantly: You got it. Good luck, girl 😉.
Musa couldn’t stop smiling as she walked to her next class, her heart racing with anticipation for the night ahead.
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At home, Musa was pacing around the living room, anxiously glancing at the clock. She had just finished tidying up, ensuring the space looked effortlessly casual, when Suguru walked in, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He paused mid-step, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied her.
"You've been acting weird lately," he said, folding his arms. "Is everything okay?"
Musa froze, her heart skipping a beat. "What? I'm fine! Why would you think something's wrong?"
Suguru raised an eyebrow. "I don’t know, maybe because you keep pacing like you're waiting for something—or someone."
"I'm not waiting for anyone," she blurted, a little too quickly.
He frowned, stepping closer. "Are you sure? I mean, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me." His tone softened. "Is it because I’ve been spending so much time with Shoko? I know I’ve been busy, but I never want you to feel left out."
Musa's guilt flared, but she quickly shook her head. "No! It’s not that, I promise. I’m happy for you and Shoko."
Suguru searched her face, unconvinced. "Then what is it? Because if you're not feeling well, I can stay home. Dinner can wait."
"No, absolutely not," Musa said, her voice firm. "I’m fine. You’ve been looking forward to this, and so has Shoko. Go. I'll be okay."
Suguru hesitated, his brows knitting together. "You’re sure? You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?"
"Yes, I promise," she insisted, ushering him toward the door. "If anything happens, I’ll text you, but I doubt I’ll need to."
Suguru gave her one last skeptical look before sighing. "Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything."
"I won’t," Musa said, practically shoving him out the door.
"Okay, okay!" he laughed, holding up his hands in surrender as he stepped outside. "Take care, Musa."
"You too," she called, quickly closing the door behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Musa let out a long breath of relief, leaning against the door. Now all she had to do was wait for Choso
As she paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. The anticipation of Choso’s arrival was enough to send her nerves into overdrive and the fact that Suguru wasn’t home made it all the more thrilling.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly smoothed her hair, her heart racing as she opened the door to find Choso standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.
“Hey,” he greeted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Hi,” Musa replied, her voice quieter than intended. She stepped aside to let him in, the faint scent of his cologne brushing past her as he entered.
Choso glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the framed photos of Suguru and Musa on the wall. “It’s a bit weird being here without Suguru,” he admitted, turning back to her. “But I don’t mind.”
Musa’s cheeks warmed at his casual tone. “Yeah, he’d probably flip out if he knew,” she said with a nervous laugh, closing the door behind him.
“Probably,” Choso agreed, a small smirk playing at his lips. He sat down on the couch, his posture relaxed. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Uh, I thought we could watch a movie?” Musa suggested, grabbing the remote.
“Works for me,” Choso said, leaning back into the cushions as Musa joined him.
She scrolled through the options, eventually settling on an action-comedy. As the movie started, she found herself acutely aware of his presence beside her. Their shoulders brushed slightly, and every time he laughed or shifted, her heart seemed to skip a beat.
“You okay?” Choso’s voice broke through her thoughts. Musa froze, realizing she had been fidgeting with the edge of her sweater.
“Y-yeah,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Choso leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his hand reaching out to gently press against her forehead. “You feel a little warm.”
The closeness made her breath hitch. “I-I’m fine!” she blurted, her cheeks burning.
Choso raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he leaned back slightly. “You’re acting kind of weird, Musa.”
“I’m not!” she protested, though the crack in her voice said otherwise.
He chuckled softly, tilting his head to study her. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, her hands clenching the hem of her sweater.
Choso’s grin widened. “Is it me?” he asked, his tone playful.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head furiously. “No! Why would it be you?”
He leaned in again, his gaze holding hers. “Because you’re blushing,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make her heart race.
“I’m not blushing!” she insisted, her voice rising in pitch.
“You are,” he said with a soft laugh, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. “And it’s kind of cute.”
Musa’s breath caught in her throat, her words failing her completely.
Choso’s teasing smile softened, his tone shifting to something more genuine. “You know, Musa,” he began, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on her. “I think you’re really cute. And… I’ve been starting to like you. And ai don't mean as a friend”
Musa’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “You—what?” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled again, though this time it was almost shy. “You heard me.”
She stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to process his words.
“Well?” Choso prompted, his teasing grin returning. “What do you think?”
Musa’s breath hitched, and she stared at Choso, wide-eyed. “You… like me?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Choso nodded, his expression soft but unwavering. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure at first, but being around you... I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”
Musa’s cheeks burned, and she felt her heart race even faster, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sweater.
Choso chuckled lightly, leaning forward. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I just… wanted you to know.”
“No!” Musa blurted, her head snapping up. “I mean… I don’t want you to think I don’t… like you, too.”
Choso’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You do?”
“I-I think so,” Musa admitted, her voice shaking slightly. She avoided his gaze, her fingers still twisting the fabric of her sweater. “You make me nervous. But not in a bad way. It’s just… you’re so close, and my heart won’t stop beating so fast, and—”
“Musa,” Choso interrupted softly, his voice laced with amusement.
She stopped rambling and finally looked at him. His smile was gentle, and the warmth in his eyes made her chest tighten.
“Take a deep breath,” he said, his tone playful but kind.
She did as he suggested, inhaling deeply to steady herself.
“Better?” he asked.
“A little,” she admitted, her lips curving into a small, shy smile.
Choso chuckled again, leaning back against the couch. “Good. Because I like making your heart race, but I don’t want to give you a heart attack.”
Musa let out a nervous laugh, her face heating up again. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I’m glad I know how you feel now.”
"We have to keep it a secret though, if Sugu finds out we're both dead"
“Eh, I’m pretty sure I can take him,” Choso said with a playful smirk.
Musa rolled her eyes, but the laughter still lingered in the air, light and easy. She shook her head, leaning back against the couch. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I might be,” Choso said, his grin softening as he looked at her. “But I meant what I said earlier, you know.”
Musa turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his voice. “About liking me?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his tone quieter now. “About you being cute. About liking you. All of it.”
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks again, and her hands instinctively continued fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “You’re making it really hard to keep a straight face,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Choso chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. “Good. I like seeing you flustered.”
“Choso,” she said, her voice faltering as she met his gaze.
“What?” he asked, his tone gentle but teasing. “Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?”
Musa’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t answer right away, but the way her eyes flickered to his lips gave him all the encouragement he needed.
Slowly, carefully, Choso leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair away from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek, warm and steady, as he closed the distance between them.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, and the world seemed to fade away. It was gentle, like testing the waters of something fragile and new, yet it carried an undeniable spark that sent a rush through her veins.
When they pulled apart, Choso stayed close, his forehead nearly touching hers. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both care and a touch of amusement.
Musa nodded, her cheeks warm and her heart fluttering. “Yeah,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said with a small grin. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”
She let out a soft laugh, her nervousness melting into something lighter.
As the movie played on, neither of them paid it any mind. The kiss hung between them, a quiet promise of the secret they would now carry together
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A few weeks passed by, Musa leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, as she stared at her brother. Suguru was scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging her.
“Hey, Suguru,” Musa said, her tone sweet but laced with mischief.
“What?” he asked distractedly.
“You’ve been hogging Shoko a lot lately,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I think it’s about time I get my best friend back for a night.”
Suguru finally looked up, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about? You see her all the time.”
“Not really,” Musa argued. “It’s been forever since we had a proper girls’ night. I mean, you’re practically glued to her these days.”
Suguru smirked, clearly unbothered by her accusation. “She’s my girlfriend. What do you expect?”
“And she’s my best friend,” Musa countered, jabbing a finger at him. “Don’t be selfish. You can survive one night without her.”
Suguru sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Take her. But don’t get her into too much trouble.”
“Please,” Musa said with a grin, already grabbing her phone to text Shoko. “We’re way too classy for trouble.”
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The bar was alive with music and chatter, the atmosphere electric. Musa and Shoko sat at a small table with drinks in hand, their laughter blending into the hum of the crowd.
“It’s been too long,” Shoko said, raising her glass to Musa. “I missed this.”
“Me too,” Musa said, clinking her glass against Shoko’s. “No boys, no drama. Just us.”
They played a few rounds of pool, Musa managing to win only because Shoko was a little tipsy and laughing too hard to concentrate. Between turns, they shared stories, teased each other, and caught up like old times.
Once they settled back at their table, Shoko leaned her chin on her hand, giving Musa a pointed look. “So,” she said, dragging the word out, “how are things with Choso?”
Musa blushed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Good. Really good. He’s… sweet. When he’s not being a flirt, that is.”
Shoko smirked. “Sweet, huh? Didn’t think I’d hear that word about Choso.”
“He is,” Musa insisted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “He’s different with me. It’s… nice.”
Shoko raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink. “Different enough to make you forget that your brother would lose his mind if he found out?”
Musa groaned, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t remind me. I already feel like I’m walking on eggshells.”
“That’s kind of my point,” Shoko said, her tone more serious now. “How long are you planning to keep this a secret, Musa? You know you can’t hide it forever.”
“I don’t know,” Musa admitted, her voice soft. “I just… I’m not ready to tell him yet. Suguru’s so protective, and Choso… well, you know how Suguru sees him.”
“As a walking red flag,” Shoko said bluntly, though her eyes softened. “But you don’t, do you?”
“No,” Musa said firmly. “He’s not like that. Not with me. I just… I need more time to figure out how to tell Suguru without him losing it.”
Shoko leaned back, her gaze thoughtful. “You’re going to have to tell him eventually, you know. He’s going to find out one way or another, and it’s better if it comes from you.”
Musa nodded, her fingers twisting together. “I know. I just—what if he doesn’t understand? What if he never forgives me or Choso?”
Shoko reached across the table, placing a comforting hand over Musa’s. “He’s your brother, Musa. And he loves you. He might not like it, but he’ll get over it. Eventually.”
Musa let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thanks, Shoko. For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Please,” Shoko said with a smirk, finishing her drink. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What?” Musa asked.
“Invite me to the family dinner when you drop the bombshell,” Shoko said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I want front-row seats for the chaos.”
Musa burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You’re horrible.”
“And you love me for it,” Shoko teased, raising her glass in a mock toast.
As they clinked glasses again, the tension in Musa’s chest eased. She wasn’t ready to tell Suguru yet, but having Shoko by her side made it feel a little less daunting.
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Meanwhile, Choso, Suguru, and Satoru were sprawled out in Satoru’s massive living room, pizza boxes and beer bottles scattered across the table. The TV was on, but none of them were paying attention.
“Man, it’s good to just chill,” Satoru said, leaning back and stretching. “No drama, no girls nagging us. Just the boys.”
“Speak for yourself,” Suguru muttered, grabbing another slice of pizza. “Shoko’s probably roping Musa into some wild plan as we speak.”
Choso smirked but stayed quiet, sipping his drink.
Satoru narrowed his eyes at Choso, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Speaking of, what’s up with you lately? You’ve been grinning like an idiot for weeks. What gives?”
“Yeah,” Suguru chimed in, his tone suspicious. “You’ve been awfully chipper. Got yourself a new plaything or something?”
Choso nearly choked on his drink, coughing as he tried to play it cool. “What? No. Nothing like that.”
“Don’t lie,” Satoru said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re a bigger flirt than me, and that’s saying something. So who is she?”
“There’s no one,” Choso said quickly, though the slight pink in his cheeks betrayed him.
Suguru raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “You’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” Choso insisted, avoiding their eyes.
“Come on,” Satoru prodded, nudging Choso’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky girl? Or is it girls, plural? You’ve got that player vibe going on.”
Choso groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“Which means we’re right,” Satoru said with a laugh. “Who is she, Choso? Spill.”
Choso hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn’t let them know it was Musa—not now, not ever. “It’s no one,” he finally said, forcing a smirk. “Maybe I’ve just been in a good mood lately. Is that a crime?”
Satoru and Suguru exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced.
“Fine,” Satoru said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “Keep your secrets. For now.”
“Yeah,” Suguru added, his tone warning. “But if I find out you’ve been messing with someone you shouldn’t be…”
“Relax,” Choso said, holding up his hands. “I’m not stupid.”
“Debatable,” Satoru muttered, earning a laugh from Suguru.
The two boys are unaware of how Satoru knows everything already. He doesn't dare to tell, it's all on Musa to do so.
As the night went on, Choso managed to steer the conversation away from himself, but he couldn’t shake the tension in his chest. He’d have to be more careful—especially around Suguru
