streamer!choso the “first”
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eventually you decided to join chosos streamer after spiraling for a whole week(and 3 days but who’s counting) and him and his friends are playing among us, now that you have time to think about it you know gojo. he’s from your old middle school you both had a crush on each other but eventually never sparked and became friends than fell out.. so awkward.
you watch and giggle a couple times seeing gojo and geto argue together, which they’ve always been since they were kids which makes it funnier.
you built up enough courage to type something in the chat “I promise it’s geto!” with a smile on your face you type before thinking. choso is reading his chat while everyone is arguing about how it’s somehow yuki even though she’s dead and there is only one imposter. he smiles at his right monitor and nods “probably geto.” he leans back in his black and purple gaming chair with a smirk.
thesixeyedman: “yes, that’s what i was saying!!”
notgaytoe: “what?! that doesn’t even make any sense. we were saying it’s-“
choxo: “definitely you.”
everyone except from geto votes for him.
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GAYTOE WAS IMPOSTER(0 imposters left)
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you type “good job!” your ashamed of how much you sound like a bot but you hoping he saw you comment, almost like he’s forgiving you? he looks at his screen “thanks guys for the subs,” he hums while reading and looks at the camera, almost like he’s looking at you. “follow my Instagram guys” you don’t know if your delusional but it feels like he’s telling you to follow him.
without shame you quickly pick up your phone while your laptop fills your room with gojo and getos constant arguing. following choso, you go through your highlights and make sure you look good.
you see choso look down, and he picks up his phone and smiles.
yujicuh: who got him smiling in his phoneee? ouuu
kenjerku: oh no
everyonesbrokebdtoji: anyone can spare a dollar?
daddyryo: i told you brats the nerd has a gf, lemme on live.
“im not letting you on my live sukuna” choso murmurs into his mic fluffing his hair, the you get a notification and it says “choxso” has followed you.
after an hour, choso logs off the screen moving his long black hair out his face and winking “next time.”
then the screens go back.
you come back to your room to see the screen is black, “damn, they ended it already?..” you flop on your bed and lie on your side while going through your dms. then you gasp..
choxso: hey
you audibly scream.
you: hii
10 agonizing minutes pass by before you get a response.
choxso: so sorry if im mistaken, but are you y/n? she used to go to my middle school.
you: yeah! that’s me. i thought you were choso
choxso: oh okay, i just wanted to make sure
choxso: so sorry for bothering you. :)
you: no no it’s totally fine, i just wanted to say i was so stupid in middle school im so extremely sorry.
you: 😭😭 and i swear im not saying this because your famous i genuinely don’t know what was wrong with me back then
choxso: no it’s fine, i was a bit of a nerd. probably would’ve bullied myself too lol don’t worry about it though, Kay?
you: thank you so much, have a good night.
choxso: uh, if this sound weird just block me, but do you want to talk.. in person maybe?
you’ve literally been giggling for 15 minutes straight. so of course you reply with a:
you: yeah for sure! do you still live in (area)?
choxso: actually yeah, i moved to the next town but im still right there lol.
you: okay perfect, do you wanna meet at that cafe everyone would always go to?
you both argee to a small cafe, which was a meet up spot after school when you guys were younger at 11am, since you don’t want to run into any kids. i think you guys both mutually agreed mentally that your scared of middle schoolers.
the next day @11
you put on your (second) best outfit, fluffing your curly hair, you finger comb your hair quickly. as you grab your bag you get a text: “hey im down the road, im not rushing you of course just wondering where are you at?” “i have to call a cab, so sorry!” “nono, im taking you out let me pay for it when you get it” eventually choso wind up paying for your cab and you got there in 6 minutes. you look around “hey” you swiftly turn to the voice and it’s him. at least 6’3, his arm is loaded with different tattoos, a small one on his nose bridge, just a stripe but it makes him look so much better.. a eyebrow piercing and a lip piercing on his left side. goodness if you go on you might- “sorry.. h-hello?…” you look up at him. “sorry! hi, i zoned out”
he nods, “it’s totally fine cmon” you follow behind him silently, should I talk about the bullying?.. what if he has trauma because of it.. shit why did i argee to this, i should go home.
“you okay? if your worried about our.. past don’t worry about it, especially highschool, if you don’t wanna talk about it it’s fine” you forgot.. there was a party at one of your old friends house and you guys-
“look at me, your breathing really hard.” he gently cups your face with his long soft tattooed hands.
“h-huh?..” you realize you were zoned out this whole time, your breathing heavy and your forehead sticky with sweat. “it’s fine, okay? just breathe can’t have you passing out.” he flashes you a smile and your whole face warms up your breathing slowing down.
you nod quickly “thanks, im- im so sorry.” he nods and smiles again. “let’s get a seat, people are starting to walk in.” you both walk beside each other and you find a seat on the second floor facing the window.
“so, how have you been?” you peak from behind the mirror. he hums “okay, streaming is a bit stressful” you tilt your head in confusion. “well, i love streaming especially with my friends don’t get me wrong.. but the parasocials make me overwhelmed, quickly.”
“you quickly frown, im sorry you have to go through that” you sigh. “people need to seriously learn what boundaries are, it’s getting out of hand.” you both look up as you order food, some mochi and a iced coffee, and him a hot coffee and some sort of croissant sandwich. “yeah, well sadly it’s my life right now” though you can tell he loves streaming you can see the stress on his face.
you sigh, “it’ll pass, soon.” he nods and smiles “so, how have you been.” you shrug “pretty okay, and you?” “I’ve been good, just streaming recently I haven’t been going beside that honestly.” you chuckle, “honestly me either I’ve just been to work and back tiring but gotta do what we gotta do” he chuckles with you and nods.
“hey but besides that, is it good,” you look up at him as you eat your mochi and he takes a bite of his sandwich “the sandwich I mean?” he looks up at you mid bite and nod and put the sandwich in front of you “it’s amazing, wanna try?” you almost blush feeling like a high schooler you think an indirect kiss?.. shit, stop blushing! you nod “mhm” you lean forward and take a bite. “that’s amazing!”
after the “date” ???
he walked you out and called you another cab, “it’ll be here in 6 minutes. “thank you next time I’ll have to pay you back..” “next time?” blush creeps up on his ears but it’s covered by his long black hair. “oh! I’m sorry, did you not?-“ he quickly shakes his head. “no no, I would love to have a second-“ he pauses not knowing what to call it but you take the first step. “date?..” he nods and smiles. “second date.”
you nod “i had so much fun, thank you so much.” he nods “same here y/n” he looks down and fidget with his hands. “uhm, we can.. talk really quick?” you tilt your head in confusion and nod. “highschool.. at that party.” you tense up, but so does he. “i know what your gonna say-“ “that was my first, like ever.” he looks down into your eyes, for someone with multiple tattoos and is extremely tall, he’s so shy. “really?” you feel so much more guilty.
he nods “i totally understand why you ghosted me, I was kinda weird.. but why did you sleep with me after bullying me? were you just drunk or?..” you frown “I don’t even remember that night, I was blackout drunk. but I’m so sorry, im such a ass.” you rub your arm and he takes your hand. “it’s fine, I uh, just wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to-“
his phone buzzes.
the cab is almost here.
he sighs, “nevermind, get home safe..” he looks at you up and down slowly, not judging, just observing. “okay? put in your number?” you put in your number and nod. “see you” you give him a quick hug and rush in the car, he just stands there frozen for a moment.
“shit, why am I such a punk.” he groans and walks to his car. sukuna, his uncle calls him. “what sukuna?” a deep chuckles comes through the phone. “aw, didn’t miss me nephew how’d the date go?” a pause “you asked her to fuck?” as choso starts the car and chokes on pure air out of complete shock. “the hell is wrong with you?!”
sukuna laughs, he sounds like he just killed an entire village. like a real like villain. “no, I didn’t I was going to but just because she was my first doesn’t mean it just ‘normal’ to ask after.. what 3 years, we’re both now we were in 12th grade.” he starts driving and rubs the back of his neck, mumbling “can’t have her thinking im still hung up.” “you are.” choso groans. “bye” he hangs up quickly.
he sighs, “maybe next time.”
editors note: ANDDD THATS A WRAP ON PART ONE, IT SEEMS RUSHED BUT ITLL PLAY OUT, PROMISE. Btw curly hair reader wanna make my y/n black😋 and also taglist will be closing after part tewww.
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