MDNI, stalker ish, suggestive, mentions of a sx toy, collage AU
Nerd!Choso who can’t stop thinking about you. The way you walk, the way you talk — even the way you smell. You’ve taken over his mind, playing on an endless loop, day and night.
You’ve shared classes with him for what feels like forever. It was only a matter of time before his quiet admiration started to show.
You don’t notice a thing. You go about your day, heading to class as usual, completely unaware that you’ve got a pair of eyes fixed on you almost every second. Well, you start noticing that you have an admirer when you start receiving your favourite milk chocolate, perfectly wrapped in pretty pink paper in your locker every week. It’s always the same chocolate, no note or anything. At first, you just think that it’s your friends playing a prank on you, I mean, you have been whining about needing some attention.
It's been going on for a while now, almost three months, and by this point, you know it’s not just your friends pulling some harmless prank. You actually have an admirer. The knowledge of someone knowing the code to your locker and slipping that same chocolate inside week after week, has you feeling slightly...disturbed, but also happy in a way. More often than not, the attention you get is from one of the guys on the football team sending you a dm late at night about hooking up, but this show of affection? It seems like this mystery guy might actually like you. Because why else would he go through the trouble of getting you that expensive chocolate that you love?
Choso would always try to be in the hallway at the time when you would open your locker and see the gift. He noticed the way your eyes lit up every time you received one of his presents; he had even heard you talk about them to your friends in class.
The knowledge that you appreciated his efforts only fueled his confidence. Slowly, the chocolates stopped arriving alone. Neatly folded notes began appearing with them — some filled with compliments, others with questions, even though he knew he’d never get an answer.
But lately, his boldness has grown. This time, there was no note, just the chocolate and tucked beneath it, a photo, one taken by an actual camera. It was high in quality and taken in a dark room. The picture showed the guy, well, not his face, but his abs. He was holding your favourite chocolate in front of his abs. When you received the photo, you were more than surprised; these gifts had now been taken to another level.
One day, you end up staying at school later than usual, all thanks to your idiot teacher, who decided to give you detention for scrolling through Pinterest instead of working on your assignment. Tired and slightly irritated, you finally head to your locker to get your chemistry book. Because, of course, your teacher didn't only give you detention, but also extra homework.
To your surprise, the hallway wasn't empty when you got there. There was someone there, right in front of your locker.
And that’s when everything clicked.
The person in front of your locker had to be him, your mystery admirer. He moved slowly, carefully pressing in the code to your lock, like he had all the time in the world, completely unaware that anyone was watching. He must have thought the hallway was empty.
When the blue locker finally opened, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out that same pink-wrapped package. Only this time, it looked different, it was thicker and bigger, like a box. Maybe he had stepped up his game and given you something else.
He placed the package neatly inside and then reached further inside your locker. You were confused. What was he reaching for? You heard something being moved slightly inside your locker, only for him to then pull out a small bag where you kept some spare clothes in case anything ever happened. You could see that he was looking inside the bag, reaching inside to then pull out a pair of your spare panties.
You had to physically hold yourself back from gasping as you realized what he was holding. He looked at them for a little while before he stuffed them inside his pocket.
You waited impatiently behind the rounded corner of the hallway for him to turn around, and when he did, you were even more stunned. It was Choso, the quiet guy from your chemistry, math, and graphic design classes, in other words, all your nerd classes.
He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, baggy light blue ripped jeans, and a worn Star Wars t-shirt peeking out from underneath. Up until the moment he turned around, you’d been almost certain it had to be one of the guys from the basketball team, simply because of how big he was. Had he always been that tall? Had he grown taller since the last class you had with him or what? Maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.
His eyes flicked around the hallway, scanning for anyone, completely unaware that you’d been standing there the whole time, watching. Then he walked out the main exit at the end of the hallway. The second the door swung shut behind him, you rushed to your locker, hands moving almost frantically as you worked the lock open to find the package inside.
As you thought, it was a box under that pink wrapping, the box was a dark but saturated purple color. Slowly, you pushed the top part off to reveal a white silk bag inside. As you saw the shape of what was inside the bag, you felt a shiver go through you. You untied the white strings at the top of the bag and moved the fabric down the object hesitantly. You stared at the light pink vibrator in your hands. It was big, it had to be about 7 inches or more. It was so detailed, the slight curve upwards, the veins. It almost seemed as if it was a replica of a real dick.
On the base, there was something small engraved; a closer look made it obvious that it said "Use me."
After a little while, you snapped out of your shocked trance and quickly put it back in the box, hesitating only for a second before you pushed the purple box into your bag. Too shocked to notice that when you pushed the box down into your bag, it had sounded like there was something else in the box too.
You rushed home. You weren't even sure what to do.
Choso had always seemed kind, gentle, and quite innocent. He always sat at the back and rarely spoke to anyone, besides his brother Yuuji, who was a few years younger than you. Seriously, you had never once interacted with this guy.
You sat down on the hard floor of your room, hesitantly pulling out the box again, setting it down in front of you. You stared at the box for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and peeling the top part of it once again to reveal the box's insides. You grabbed the smooth silk bag and placed it in front of you, and now you saw that there wasn't only the vibrator in there but something else too.
It was a small sort of old iPhone with a note attached to it.
"Film yourself, then send it to the saved number on this phone, and I'll see it. I promise I'll return the favour."
Your heart was pounding loudly, so loud you could hear it speed up. Your gaze dropped from the phone to the silk bag. Why were you even considering this? You asked yourself as you reached into the silk bag. There was something so disturbing about this that made it so exciting. There was a small part of you that now, when you knew that it was choso all along, felt willing to do this, felt so willing to do this to see him send something like that back.
