but when you do? god, it makes everything around you go still.
his real laugh.
not the huffs. not the sarcastic snorts. not the amused breath through his nose.
the real one. the one that escapes before he can stop it. bright and careless and beautiful.
and this time, it bubbles out of him fast, catching on the end of his sentence like he didn’t mean to let it out. he covers his mouth too late, shoulders jolting slightly as he leans forward, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart do something stupid.
you’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s holding back and when he isn’t. and this? this is pure. unfiltered.
a sound you want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.
he’s still laughing when you say it, soft and stunned and entirely honest:
“you have a really pretty laugh.”
his breath catches mid-laugh.
and then it hits full force. the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them. and just like that, the laugh dissolves into something quieter, more flustered. his cheeks tint pink almost instantly.
“shut up,” he says, voice cracking halfway through the word, eyes darting everywhere but at you.
you grin. “i’m serious.”
he covers his mouth with his sleeve like it might somehow hide the way the blush is blooming across his face, delicate and pink and unavoidable.
“it’s not... i don’t... why would you say that out loud?!”
“because it’s true?” you shrug, teasing, but still a little breathless. “it’s… i dunno. it suits you. 's cute.”
he side-eyes you, expression caught between offended and embarrassed and that quiet, cracking amusement you’re addicted to. “what does that even mean?”
“i mean…” you trail off, eyes on him now. his lashes, the curve of his smile, the flush spreading across his cheeks like blooming petals.
“i mean, you’re always so... guarded... or something. like, you're very serious. or stoic." you say, grappling with the right words. "and then you laugh like that and it’s just... soft? and bright. and it makes people want to hear it again. it puts me in a better mood!”
he blinks. then quickly looks away.
“…i hate you.”
you laugh. “no you don’t.”
“i might.”
you watch him try to hide the way he’s still smiling. the way the pink deepens near his ears. you want to press your thumb against his cheek just to feel the warmth there.
he exhales, shaking his head. “you’re so annoying.”
you lean in a little. “so are you. but at least you’re charming when you laugh!”
his eyes flick toward you. something unreadable behind them. and then, finally, a soft reply:
“…you’re the only one who’s ever said that.”
you blink. your chest aches.
then you say, “well, i’m right.”
and when he looks at you again, that blush still lingering like cherry blossoms in the spring, he doesn’t deny it.
𝜗𝜚 Choso, a fluffy ramen date, and far, far too much chilli oil
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The restaurant smells of chilli oil and warm broth, the kind of smell that slinks itself into your mouth and makes it water excessively. It was your turn to pick where to eat on your date this time, and it’s comical just how cute Choso looks under the warm lighting above as it filters through his chocolatey hair.
Obviously, 'cute' probably isn't a word a passerby would use to describe your boyfriend- he isn't scary, just a little intimidating; eyeliner, messy hair, dark clothing... but, of course, once they see you holding his hand and smiling, the matching keychains on your bags and the way he's gazing at you like you just solved all his problems, they tend to figure it out.
He shucks his jacket off casually across from you, lets it droop onto the booth he’s sat on while you raise an eyebrow and giggle. “Wowww, at least let me get my food before you start undressing.”
“It’s warm in here.” He says bluntly, although his cheeks are a little flushed as he grins nervously. He isn’t sure why he’s nervous, you’ve been on about three million dates in the time you’ve been together; Choso thinks it’s just you that makes him feel all giddy.
You’re perched on the seat across from him, the delicious, savoury smell of ramen mixing with the vague drift of your perfume he can’t get enough of. You’re smiling at him, lips curving as your eyes brighten, and he feels so happy his chest could burst when his hand gently reaches across the table for yours. You reach for it gladly, chattering on about something your friend told you earlier. It's a change from the beginning of your relationship, when you'd both nervously skirt around physical touch or flush when it happened.
While you both still aren’t over the top on pda- most of the time- this you can accept, his ringed fingers lacing with yours gently on the tabletop above the paper menus your waitress scribbled the order numbers onto. The silver on his fingers glimmers prettily, especially the ones you picked out for him. Choso wears those ones with pride, slotting them onto his digits happily and making sure they're all pride of place.
“I hope the food's good.” You sigh, fingers on the hand not entwined with your boyfriend’s tracing the outline of a printed bowl on the menu. “I might cry if it isn’t.”
You’re joking. Obviously. But Choso looks genuinely wounded, like a kicked puppy. “Please don’t cry,” he says, gripping your fingers tighter, “seriously, I don’t know what I’ll do, I might start crying too.”
A loud laugh escapes you, stifled behind your hand as the group around the table next to you side-eyes you both at the outburst. “Cho, I was joking-“
“I know!” He huffs, pretty pink flush dusting his cheeks, “I was just… saying.”
Before you can poke fun at him again, the waitress comes back and sets your bowls down, smiling politely at you both on the way back to the kitchen.
“Oh my god, this looks so good.” You gush, raising your phone to take a photo. “Even the egg is perfect, look-“ you almost squeal, rotating your bowl to show the jammy yolk to Choso before you splash a drizzle of soy sauce on top of the noodles as they rest in the broth deliciously.
You’re too busy devouring your food, beansprouts and pak choi crunching delightfully between your teeth, to notice the way Choso’s pale face has started to progressively turn red. You only realise when he coughs and you look up to find him teary-eyed.
“Choso?” You gasp through a mouthful of noodles, “what’s wrong?”
He wheezes again and reaches shakily for his water, before gesturing embarrassedly at the bowl in front of him. “I added too much chilli oil,” he coughs, “it’s... really spicy.”
You laugh, your meal already finished, and drag his bowl towards you to peer into it. Indeed, Choso’s almost finished his food- but there’s about an inch at the bottom he’s struggling with. The chilli seems to have concentrated itself, bright red blobs of oil pooling atop the broth, and you shrug before raising a spoonful to your lips.
You almost choke. “Oh, shit, you weren’t lying.”
“I told you.” He huffs, eyes still watering and his lips tingling.
Your mouth is quite literally on fire by the time you finish struggling through the huge spoonful you took in, lips burning and your tongue almost numb. “I… I think I’m gonna die.” You gasp, “oh my god.”
Choso nods in agreement and a little pain, wincing the whole time he pays the bill to a slightly bemused waitress while you sit there and choke. “That’s- hck- that’s fine. The food was good, thank you.” Is all he can quite manage, eyes watering.
You both end up perched on a bench, matching ice cream cones in hand to soothe the ache. You’re licking yours softly, while Choso has elected to simply stuff his mouth and wait for the sweetness to melt on his tongue.
“My lips hurt.” He mumbles around the ice cream, “so much.”
“I know.” You reply, mouth calming down by now. “Mine do too. Seriously, what did they put in that stuff?”
Choso sniffs miserably. “I don’t think I want to know.” He withdraws the now melted cone from his mouth and licks his sensitive lips clean, sugar smearing across his painful tongue. You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, to which he eagerly slings an arm around you. When you turn your face up to look at him, he’s already squinting down at you while a smile pulls at his mouth.
You’re leaning in before you can overthink it, lips pressing up against his cosily as late evening light spills down across you when Choso brings you up to hug you against him; it’s all idealistic and romantic, like something ripped straight out of one of your teenage fantasies, until your mouth starts hurting again. Apparently, your boyfriend’s lips hold onto spice better than yours and you have to pull away to cough.
“Baby?” He questions confusedly, hands still holding onto your face. “Are you okay?”
You wince as your lips tingle painfully. “I need a glass of milk. Maybe we should end date night early and go home.”
Choso groans in relief. “Yes. Please.”
When you do get home, perched on the counter in one of his soft shirts and holding a large glass of milk, you catch him eyeing up the chilli oil in your pantry and shuddering.
Synopsis: Aftermath of Choso witnessing someone (Gojo) getting a little too close to you at a New Years party…
Pairings: !possessiveChosoKamo x f!reader
Content: Suggestive fluff content { { MDNI } }, possessive and jealous Choso, newly established relationship, long-term crushing on each other, at your new apartment, christening the new bedroom after being out and about, fluff, teasing, some biting turned messy hickies, kissing/ making out, drinking intoxication making Choso more confused and sad about his feelings of jealousy not being pinpointed but clinging to you like a sweet boy, heavy petting, pet names (baby, pretty princess, etc.).
Word Count: 700+
Author’s note: This is kind of a continuation of your relationship with Choso.
The clock had just struck midnight, and the New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. Choso had just helped you move into your new apartment, and tonight was supposed to be a celebration of your new beginnings. But throughout the evening, you noticed how Choso’s mood shifted whenever Gojo got too close, his playful flirting making Choso's jealousy simmer just beneath the surface. You catch glances with Choso, his eyes darting between you and Gojo…
Finally, back at your new apartment, you could sense Choso's tension as you stumbled through the door, both of you slightly tipsy from the champagne. His grip on your waist was fervent and firm, possessive but respectful. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Baby," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. "Why does he always have to flirt with you?"
You turned to face him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "He's just being Gojo. He’s like that with everyone, I think?" you said softly, trying to reassure him.
He groans back, expressing that frustration again… You both trade pouts with each other before you murmur, "You're the only one I want, okay?"
He looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of confusion and sadness. "I know... I just... I can't help it. I don't like it when he looks at you like that."
You smiled gently, cupping his face in your hands. "Then show me how much you want me," you whispered, your lips brushing against his.
That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, full of pent-up desire and possessiveness. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as he guided you toward the bedroom. The room was still sparse, boxes yet to be unpacked, but the bed was ready, and that was all that mattered.
"Mine," he growled against your lips as he pulled you onto the bed with him. You straddled him, pressing your ass sweetly against his lap. He lets out a relieved sigh, his hands roaming over your body with a sense of urgency. "Only mine."
"Yours," you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Always yours, Cho."
His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving subtle marks that’ll turn darker over time.
"Pretty princess," he murmured, his hands slipping under your dress, making you shiver with anticipation. "I want to make you feel good."
"You already do," you replied, your voice trembling with desire.
His eyes darkened with lust as he pulled your dress over your head, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. "I'll give you more," he promised, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive you wild.
He undressed you patiently taking in every moment… "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands caressing your body with reverence. "My beautiful baby doll."
You moaned at his words, your body arching towards him, craving his touch. "Cho, please," you urged, your voice dripping needily. He smirked slyly and took a moment to admire you, his starry eyes filled with adoration and possessiveness. His finger tips toying with your nipples and dragging back down to feel the warmth of your core.
He huffed, his lips and teeth left a trail of love bites along your skin; from your neck, over your collar bone, and to your cute tits. He plastered those fervent wet, hot hickies, doused in his saliva and sticky kisses. Each one a reminder of his need to claim you, "You're fucking mine~"
He smiled looking back up at you, a mixture of sweet and dilated obsession, as you began to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours.
His body pressed against yours, his hands explored every inch of you, his touch both gentle and demanding. He took his time, making sure you felt every digit of his fingers, every grip of his hand, every pulse of his warmth growing between your legs.
His grip grows a bit more rough as you begin to pathetically grind on his lap... His free hand reaching between your legs delicately and exploratively, watching the expression of your face, analyzing the flinch of your stomach. Hearing the change in your breathing like a song... and ultimately, feeling the pulse of your walls around his fingers.
You let out a relieved moan as his fingers start to work their magic... a dizzying rush of warmth surging from your sacral to the zuzzing in your head...
CHARACTERS: Kamo Noritoshi X You
CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1
WORD COUNT: 2,287
GENRE: fluff | school au | archer!noritoshi | described reader appearance (i think)
TRIGGER WARNING: very mild implied sleeping princess syndrome (somnophilia?)
SPOILERS: n/a
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📸 photo credits to @/kawaiimallows22 on Pinterest
Sports fest – an idle time for most but to the athletes of the school.
Kamo Noritoshi was one of them, an archer for the school team and currently representing class two-six. It was a jovial time for most as there weren’t any homeroom activities, but to him, it was yet another one of those boring days in school. It wasn’t new to him nor was it a rare chance for him to get to play unlike the other students as almost every month, he’d join inter-school competitions, most of which were a piece of cake to him. He’d been slinging a bow and arrow since he was five after all. They were the best team there ever was to grace the school grounds and unless they graduate from the institution, there was no way they’d be beaten. It was routine, thus the boredom.
He glanced at his watch. It read exactly half past two. The game he was supposed to be in was already starting, but instead of being in the archery range to shoot some arrows, he was wandering inside the school building, particularly that of the freshmen’s area. It was way quieter there than the other places in the area since all of the students on that floor were excited for the games unlike the upper-class students who found the events of the day tedious. He couldn’t agree more with them. He couldn’t understand why there were such frivolous events apart from the necessary ones. They were of no importance to him and since his class had gotten into the finals, he wasn’t needed anymore.
He treaded his way through the quiet hallways, his footsteps echoing. The surroundings were quite eerie especially that the green glow from the sunlight which was being filtered by the ostentatious greenhouse cast itself across the pristine white walls. He walked the length of the plant conservatory where a few meters of turf had been laid out as a part of the semi-indoor landscape when a strange figure caught his eyes. His stroll halted as he turned on his heels to see what it was, pressing closer to the glass wall with his curiosity overriding him. He squinted, adjusting his vision to the brighter light.
On the grass, he could make out the shape of a person, lying down as if unconsciousness caught them in the middle of a promenade. He arched a brow when he noticed a glistening tuft of long hair on the grass. It was female student – you specifically. Alarmed, he ran back to where the entrance to the greenhouse was and frantically searched for you, thinking you were injured or ailing. He found you on the same spot. Hoping that you were fine, he knelt down beside you. You were lying on your side, your back to him, vulnerable to every single danger that the school grounds could expose you to.
“What are you doing here?” Noritoshi whispered to himself. Ever so carefully, he tried to turn you over so he could at least recognize you. He noticed your hand which held a crimson cravat. A senior, he thought. What was a senior doing at the freshmen’s area? He smirked. Then again, he was a junior and he was there.
Even after you turned over so you were lying on your back, your luxuriant tresses covered your face like a veil. Sucking in air, he reached over, but before he could even touch you, you began stirring. Your hands reached over to your face and brushed your hair absently from your face. A soft sigh escaped your mouth, the creases on your forehead caused by the disturbance slowly smoothing into a peaceful mask as your breathing steadied, your chest rising and falling at an even pace.
Noritoshi scrambled back, frowning when he realized that you hadn’t fainted. You were deliberately there, sleeping. He smiled in amusement, about to leave when a soft breeze managed to make its way through the open vents of the glass dome, rustling the vegetation along with the your dark hair. Suddenly, he found himself taken by the sight of you slumbering before his feet. Your lean, long legs were slightly bent to the right, barely concealed by the short skirt that was your uniform which clung to your hips deliberately, tracing your delicate contours.
His eyes trailed upwards to your face, cheeks lightly flushed and glowing with a healthy tinge of faded roses, lashes thick enough to cast shadows on your cheeks and lips that were the shade of cherries, slightly fuller on the lower part, all framed by sable hair that had lush curls near the tips, scattered on the grassy ground in reckless abandon. You were beautiful…like a garden nymph.
He was enthralled, no other words. He found himself unable to move, wondering where he had seen such a face. He doubted it that you’ve encountered each other since he never really went to the senior department. Aside from that, he never bothered to look at the people in the school long enough in all his two years stay in the institution unless he had something to do with them. He blinked slowly. For the first time, he found himself breathless for someone and he wasn’t expecting that he’d see it in an unconscious girl in the greenhouse.
Thump. Thump.
He swallowed hard, feeling his heart racing the more he stared at the nameless goddess in front of him. With his body finding a mind of its own, he found himself leaning over you until your faces were but a measly inch away from each other. Slowly, his eyes began to droop until they closed, making his lips touch with your slightly open ones. He’d never had the urge to kiss someone so badly and now that he had the chance, you weren’t even responding. He relished the feel of your mouth against his, yielding and soft like candy floss to the slightest of pressures.
What are you doing attacking an unconscious person? Isn’t that cowardly, a nagging voice in his head said, making him snap out of it. He inched away from your sleeping figure and swallowed hard, shaking his head, eyes wide when he realized what he just did. It was so uncommon for him to be losing his mind over anyone. I didn’t just do that.
He glanced at the you, trying to clear his head. He sat down on the grass just beside you, looking up. Frustration took over him, chastising himself for the recklessness of his actions. He thought of how it would look like if the you actually woke up and caught him red-handed. He shrugged the thought off, just glad that you didn’t.
Minutes turned to hours and he still stayed there. The urge to protect you was strong and yet he wasn’t really protecting you, was he? What if it was your first kiss? How he dreaded the thought that he stole it and he didn’t even know whether you liked it or not. He felt loathing for himself when he realized that he was as good as an offender, harassing the you while you slept.
His eyes made its way towards the your tranquil form again and to his surprise, your eyes were open, hazel ones that reflected the canopy of leaves above you. You looked rather disoriented, but even as your vision wandered to him, clear and bright under the afternoon sun, enhancing your features, you exhibited no surprise.
His guilt took the best of him and made him inch away from you, watching as you stretched your arms and blinked sleepily. You pushed yourself up and regarded him with a sleepy smile.
Finally, the goddess spoke. “To what do I owe the honor?” you asked.
Puzzled, Noritoshi shook his head slowly. “Excuse me?”
You sighed, but was happy to repeat yourself. “I said –”
Noritoshi was torn between laughter and frowning. “I heard what you said, but…”
You giggled a bit, narrowing your eyes at him before covering your mouth to yawn. “Now I know why girls fawn over you.”
His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” he said, this time with more edge to it.
Your eyes widened a bit and you fidgeted with your cravat, your shoulders tensing. You winced, returning his gaze with your left eye closed and your right eye slightly squinting. “Shouldn’t have said that.”
Noritoshi shook his head. “No… You don’t get it…”
You relaxed. “What don’t I get?” You lightly scratched the back of your head. “Sorry. I just woke up…er…which you already knew.” You shook your head and rubbed at your eyes.
His head tilted to the side. “You know me.”
At that, you burst into bubbles of laughter. “School team archer, Kamo Noritoshi, who outshines the captain? Who wouldn’t?”
His heart fluttered. The fact that you knew him made him feel glad and guilty at the same time. You knew him and with beauty like yours, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he never noticed you before. He shrugged, your words finally sinking in and he momentarily forgot about what he did. “Not really…”
“And yet I hear rumors about you having to hide in the men’s lavatory because a mob is chasing after you. You’ve got to be kidding me.” You straightened up. “Come on. No need to be humble.” You were easy-going and cheerful, that much he’d figured out. And you also liked to talk. You apologized for your comments and asked, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing?”
He flashed you a half smile. “I didn’t want to.” He shrugged then. “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for your class?”
You blew a raspberry. “I’d rather sleep.”
“Figures.”
You stood up. “I’m going home. Nice talking to you.” You began to make your way out of the greenhouse, waving with your cravat. “See you around.”
Noritoshi stood up and before he could even realize what he was doing, he seized you by the wrist, stopping your progress. You turned around and eyed his hand on yours which he quickly withdrew. “Sorry,” he said breathlessly.
You smiled. “It’s fine. Do you need anything?”
“Your name…” he mumbled.
“Pardon?”
He looked up. “Your name. I…uh…I didn't catch it.”
Your eyes twinkled as you chuckled. “I didn’t mention it.”
Noritoshi’s face heated up and he didn’t need a mirror to tell how badly he was blushing. He looked down.
You bent down slightly. “Are you alright? You’re red,” you said, a confirmation of his thoughts.
He nodded. “Yes. I-it’s hot…that’s all.”
You giggled. “It’s Y/N.”
“Huh?”
“My name is L/N Y/N.”
Y/N. Pretty. He nodded. “L/N Y/N. Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s just Y/N,” you half-whined and pouted a bit. “Do you want me to call you *kohai?”
He shook his head, feeling the slightest annoyance when you suggested it. “N-no.”
“Then call me Y/N and I’ll call you…”
“Idiot?” he said absently, shook his head upon realization and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m kidding.”
“Noritoshi?” you offered, the way his name rolled out of your tongue making him want to hear it more.
“Okay.”
“Noritoshi it is. Bye, Noritoshi.”
You started to walk away again, but he realized it was his chance to make it up to you although you didn’t know what has happened. “Y/N.”
You turned on your heels and looked at him. “Yes?”
“Mind if I walk you home?” he blurted out.
You took his hand. “Not at all, but we should get going before your fan girls start chasing after me.”
Noritoshi chuckled and led the way. You both exited the gate and you just directed him to where you were going, your shoulders touching from time to time as you walked. You didn’t live far from the school just a few blocks and soon, the of you were standing in front of a dainty-looking house with two floors surrounded with lawn and fences the color of faded limes.
“This is me,” you said. “Thank you.”
“Uh…”
“Do you want to walk me to my door?” you asked, voicing Noritoshi’s thoughts out.
“S-sure.”
You chuckled. “Are you always this articulate?”
He chuckled along with you, suppressing the urge to smile like an idiot until you’ve reached the door.
“Thank you,” you said again.
“You’re welcome and…”
You clasped your hands behind you and tilted sideways, your hair falling over your shoulder like it had a life of its own. “And?”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Nothing.”
You frowned slightly. “Whatever it is, it’s fine.”
Noritoshi placed a hand behind his neck. “I’m going.”
“Okay, but before that, I’m sorry, too.”
“Huh?” He was confused.
“I’m sorry for this.” Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck, stood on your toes and let your lips meet in a bold kiss.
Noritoshi’s eyes widened, but he’d soon grown accustomed to your lips which he already kissed while you were sleeping. Chills ran up and down his spine, as the urgency in your kiss heightened from just a simple contact to a kind of potent wanting. His arm found its way around your waist, holding you closer, not caring if anyone saw you as long as he was happy where he was at the moment.
He was still dazed by the time you pulled back, but contrary to his expectation for you to move further away, you leaned closer to his ear and said, “Naughty Noritoshi stealing a kiss from sleeping Y/N.”
He froze. You knew.
Finally you stood back from him, gave him one last peck on the cheek and winked at him as you opened the front door. “See you at the greenhouse, kiss thief.”
-END-
TERMINOLOGIES:
*kohai (後輩) junior i.e. a person of lower grade/class/age (in school/at work) to the speaker
@fushigummy You asked, I delivered. XD did I do the man justice?
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