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“who the fuck decides to hosts a party on a tuesday?” you sighed, snapping your compact mirror shut after fixing your lip gloss.
shoko laughed, flicking ash out the cracked car window as she circled the well-known frat house. bass thumped through the walls hard enough to rattle the streetlights.
“this better be worth it,” yuki muttered. “i have a shit paper due tomorrow.”
“they always throw good parties,” you said, mostly convincing yourself.
your phone buzzed in your lap.
choso: where are you choso: i’m at the front choso: it’s loud
you smiled.
you: outside you: ain’t you hosting?? 😂
choso: 😐 choso: fuck hosting, i wanna be with you
shoko leaned over to read it and snorted. “you have him wrapped around ur finger.”
you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “we’re not even dating.” an obvious lie.
“sure,” she hummed, parking. “and i’m quitting tomorrow.”
-
you cling onto yuki’s arm as she pulls you through the stuffed crowd. “should we go find them?” you yelled over a shitty rap song blasting from the speakers.
“don’t worry,” shoko replied, not even raising her voice. “just stick with me and they’ll find us. they’re probably getting pre-shitfaced.”
she pulled you down onto a worn leather couch that stuck slightly to your thighs. you tried to get comfortable while she re lit a cigarette tapping the ash in the worn out coffee table in front of her.
shoko clicked her tongue and nodded toward the hallway. “told you.”
you looked up just as a group of men pushed through the crowd. sukuna and toji walked side by side like evil twins, broad shoulders and zero shame. gojo had his arm slung lazily over geto’s shoulders, already grinning like he’d caused at least three problems tonight.
and then there was him.
tall. dark hair falling over his eyes. black hoodie half zipped over a tight shirt that clung to his chest. chains glinting faintly at his neck.
your breath caught for half a second.
you stood first.
“hi, cho,” you giggled softly, stepping into him before anyone else could.
choso’s expression shifted the second he saw you. softer. his rough hand slid around your waist, firm, like he was anchoring you in place.
“look who finally showed up,” gojo announced dramatically, red cup in hand.
geto smiled, calmer. “hi, pretty girls.” he gave shoko a side hug first followed by yuki, then you.
“you’re late,” sukuna said bluntly.
“traffic,” you shot back.
“you live ten minutes away,” toji added dryly.
choso ignored all of them. his thumb traced slow circles against your waist through your dress.
“you look good,” he murmured close to your ear, voice low enough that only you heard.
heat crept up your neck. “thanks.”
“too good,” he added, eyes flicking over you in a way that made your stomach flip. “didn’t think this through.”
you tilted your head. “what?”
“hosting,” he said. “now i gotta watch everyone stare.”
“i only care about you cho.”
his fingers tightened slightly at your hip. “yeah?”
you smiled “mhm.”
gojo gagged loudly. “freaks.”
“shut up,” choso muttered, sending a glare.
-
the night blurred fast.
and eventually, the couch became the main event.
choso sat in the middle of it, legs spread slightly, a duffel at his feet. stacks of cash in his hands. small black pouch near his thigh. people approached one by one, quick exchanges, low voices.
right there in the open.
“he’s really doing that here?” you muttered from beside yuki.
“he does not care,” she replied.
you watched him count. precise. calm. licking his thumb once to separate bills. tapping the stack against his knee to straighten it.
he felt you staring.
“you gonna keep looking at me like that?” he asked without glancing up.
“like what?”
“like you’re bored.”
gojo perked up. “oh she is bored. entertain her.”
“shut up,” choso said flatly.
you stood and walked over to his lap.
chosos eyes tracked you briefly, amused.
“what?” you said. “i can’t sit here?”
“you can,” choso replied.
you stopped in front of him.
he looked up once.
then grabbed your wrist and pulled you in landing on his lap with a soft gasp.
“cho—”
“sit.”
gojo choked. “oh this is insane.”
geto laughed quietly. “sly fuckers.”
choso resumed counting like nothing happened.
one hand on the money, the other settling firmly on your waist. you shifted slightly, his fingers pressed into your side
“don’t,” he murmured.
“don’t what?”
“move.”
“i’m getting comfy.”
you shifted anyway.
his thigh flexed. his hand slid lower, warning squeeze.
toji let out a low laugh. “enjoying it?.”
“mind your business,” choso replied evenly.
another guy approached with folded bills. choso took them without removing his hand from your hip.
“three,” the guy muttered.
“mhm.”
quick count. small exchange from the pouch. done, all while you were on him, heat pooling low in your stomach.
you leaned closer to his ear. “can you even focus?”
“yeah.”
you let your fingers trail down his chest lightly.
his jaw ticked.
“hands.”
“they’re just resting.”
“keep them there.”
you shifted again, slower this time hearing his breathing change, slightly but you felt it. his hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing once.
“hold that.”
you blinked. “what?”
“count.”
“you trust me?”
“don’t make me regret it.”
sukuna chuckled. “this is messy.”
you started counting slowly, very aware of how you were still grinding on him.
you leaned forward slightly, pretending to focus.
his hand slid higher on your thigh in response.
“cho,” you whispered.
“focus, you’re distracted.”
“you said to sit.”
“yeah. not grind.”
gojo leaned toward geto. “i feel like we shouldn’t be seeing this.
“then look away,” geto replied calmly.
you kept counting.
slow on purpose.
the bass thudded through the floor. people moved around you. nobody said anything directly but everyone was watching.
you shifted again.
his hand tightened on your thigh.
“how many times do i have to say.”
“m’ literally counting cho.”
“count without moving.”
“multitasking is hard.”
his jaw ticked.
another guy stepped up.
he looked at you. then at choso. then at you again.
“…five.”
“put it there,” choso said.
the guy set the money down but he was still looking at you.
you batted your lashes at him once.
that was enough.
choso didn’t look up but his fingers dug in slightly.
“you done?” he asked the guy, not looking up.
“yeah.”
“fuck off.”
the guy left fast.
toji huffed a quiet laugh. “she’s bad for business.”
“she is the business,” gojo said sprawling over shoko who was sat sharing a cigarette with geto.
“shut up,” choso muttered.
you handed him the stack you finished. “300.”
he split it with one hand, recounting in seconds.
“its more”
you frowned. “no.”
“yeah.”
he flicked two bills from the bottom and held them up between you. “take it.”
“thank you, cho!”
you leaned in, planting a couple messy kisses along his face, your strawberry gloss smearing where your lips landed. he didn’t stop you — didn’t even pretend to.
when you pulled back, you caught it.
that stupid little grin.
all teeth. barely contained. gone almost as soon as it appeared.
“don’t do that,” he muttered, already looking back down at the cash.
you squinted. “do what?”
“that,” he said. “in front of everyone.”
“what, say thank you?”
you leaned in again, slower this time, and pressed a quick peck to his lips before he could dodge it.
his hand tightened at your waist instantly, fingers digging in like reflex. his counting stopped. completely.
for maybe two seconds, the noise around you faded — then gojo made a choking sound.
“OH. okay. alright.”
shoko laughed. “you did that on purpose.”
you shrugged, settling back onto choso’s lap like nothing happened. “he gave me extra.”
choso exhales through his nose, jaw tight, eyes flicking down to you. “you’re a problem.”
“you’re smiling.”
“i am not.”
you tap his cheek with one finger, right where your gloss still stains his skin. “liar.”
“ughhh i wish i could get a free bag of chipsuh.” gojo slid next to choso, opening one eye exaggeratedly while opening the palm of his hand.
“enough sappy shit and enough begging for money gojo,” sukuna scoffs, lightly slapping the side of his head.
“ow,” gojo says dramatically, already leaning away. “that was uncalled for.”
“you’ve asked him for cash three times in ten minutes,” toji replies. “and every time you do, he holds her like you’re about to steal her too.”
you giggle before you can stop yourself.
choso’s arm tightens around your waist immediately. “i do not.”
“you absolutely do,” you say, tilting your head back just enough to look at him. “your thumb does this thing.”
he pauses. “…what thing.”
you reach down and tap his hand where it’s resting on your side. “that.”
he exhales quietly, jaw flexing. “i’m counting. don’t distract me.”
gojo leans over the back of the couch anyway, ignoring shoko’s glare. “so, hypothetically—”
“ no,” choso says.
“—if i was short like, a lil bit”
“no.”
“like…”
choso finally looks up. “no.”
geto laughs from a few feet away. “you’re not getting anything out of him tonight.” he sighs “you have enough anyways.”
sukuna, already halfway through a blunt, smirks. “especially not with her sitting there.”
you hum, shifting just a little on choso’s lap.
he stiffens instantly. not pulling away never that but his counting slows, fingers pressing the bills together a little harder.
“cho hurry upp, i’m bored.” you whined looking around at all the drunk bodies and people making out, causing you to scrunch your nose slightly.
shoko watches with interest. “he’s so patient with you.”
“he’s scared of me,” you say.
choso snorts under his breath. “m’ not scared of you.”
“you paused your counting,” gojo points out.
“shut the fuck up gojo.”
you grin and relax back against choso’s chest, feeling his steady breathing behind you. after a second, his arm loosens again, hand settling warm and familiar at your waist.
“how much longer?” you ask quietly.
“almost done,” he replies. “you move too much.”
“no i don’t!”
“hm. aight”
you laugh softly.
shoko swings one leg over the arm of the couch, settling in. “you know,” she says, “this is the longest i’ve seen him sit in one place at a party.”
“because i’m busy,” choso says.
“because she’s there,” shoko corrects.
there’s a beat.
choso finishes a stack, taps it straight on the table, then rests his chin briefly on your shoulder. it’s subtle. easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.
“yeah,” he says quietly. “that too.”
you don’t say anything. you just reach back and lace your fingers into his for half a second.
he squeezes once.
gojo makes a fake gagging noise. “i need another drink.”
“go,” shoko says. “before i hit you again.”
as gojo wanders off, the noise of the party swells again, but the space around the couch feels calmer somehow. choso finishes the last of the cash, tucks it away, and finally exhales.
shoko grabs your hand quickly before choso can intervene “i’m taking her to get drinks, choso!” pulling you up from his lap to which you gave him a unapologetic kiss on the cheek as you wondered off holding onto shokos hand, following next to yuri.
choso groaned in defeat as he watched shoko guide you through the kitchen. his jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t move—he just… followed with his eyes.
“so…! you and choso, huh?” shoko squealed, pouring you a shot while his attention was caught up in laughing at something geto had said across the room.
your body tensed just a little. “hm?”
“don’t play stupid, [𝜗𝜚] you guys are so hot.” yuki giggled, swaying slightly, clearly already feeling the buzz from her drink. she leaned closer, whispering in your ear, “look at him—absolutely in love.”
choso’s eyes flicked to yuki briefly, but then immediately back to you, gaze heavy and calculating. he sighed low, more in frustration with himself than anything else.
you smiled casually, “i mean why wouldn’t he be obsessed.”
shoko snorted, laughing outright. “he’s so whipped it’s painful to watch.”
“oh, i know” you said lazily, leaning against the edge of the counter.
shoko rolled her eyes, already bringing the cigarette to her lips before blowing the smoke in your face.
-
“choso,” you said softly, just barely audible. the way his head turned toward you was subtle but telling—his expression softened almost immediately, lips parting slightly as if he were caught off guard by your voice.
“hm?” he murmured, low and smooth.
you tilted your head, leaning back into him. “could you… pass me that?” you asked, gesturing to a drink on the counter, giving him a small, teasing smile.
instantly, he complied. his hand brushed yours as he handed it over, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
you turned just slightly, voice soft and playful.
“baby…”
his hands stiffened on your hips for half a second, but then the corners of his eyes softened. his entire posture relaxed, and for just a heartbeat, the terrifying choso of the battlefield melted into someone entirely yours.
“…yeah” he started, but his words trailed off, soft and warm, clearly incapable of continuing.
you laughed, leaning back fully against him. “never mind it’s fine”
yuri clapped her hands together quietly. “oh my god. you actually do have him wrapped around your finger.”
“you know,” she says casually, eyes flicking toward the doorway, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen choso this relaxed.”
you hum, tilting your glass slightly, watching the ice swirl. “hes always relaxed.”
shoko snorts. “no, trust me. he’s only relaxed because your with him.”
you smile at that, small and fond, because you know it’s true.
