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It was horrible.
The creak of the bed and the over-exaggerated moans slammed into your ears, despite the loud music you had playing through your headphones to try to block it out.
You hated his guts.
Hated his guts so much that you wished it was you he was fucking instead of some random girl from the sorority.
But you would never admit it out-loud.
It made it even worse that your roommate was out for a party. You didn't have anyone to keep you busy. "Moving in here was a bad idea." You growled to yourself, slamming your college chemistry book shut. Studying was useless now.
You, angrily, threw on some clothes and wrapped a blanket around yourself, picking up the big, blue book and your side note journal. Stepping outside into the cold air wasn't the best solution, but it was much better than listening to some girl get her insides rearranged.
You were pretty sure that's what was happening.
Setting the book down on the metal table, you opened it to where you left off. "Finally, some peace and quiet. I can study like this." you sighed, sinking down into the attached bench. Not 10 minutes into your studying, the balcony door was opened abruptly, revealing your neighbor, the man you so desperately despised.
"Evening, Choso." You growled, venom dripping from your tongue.
He turned to look at you, a cigarette clasped between his teeth. He had on some baggy grey sweatpants paired with a plain white t-shirt. His hair was messily thrown up into his iconic space bun-twin tail type of way.
"Hello, Y/N." He smirked, the cigarette bouncing slightly from the quirk of his lips, "Studying again?"
"At least I'm not getting an STD from some sorority chick." You retorted back.
Choso only chuckled, turning back to the lights of the city. The silence was thick in an awkward but comfortable way, it was borderline suffocating. "I think you just need a night out, you're only ever studying." He suggested, this eyebrow quirking as he side eyed you.
You deadpanned up at him through your eyelashes. "I'm perfectly fine studying, Choso. At least I'll graduate from college." He smiled at you, huffing out a blow from his cancer stick.
"You're going to die doing that." You hissed, rolling your eyes at him and gesturing to the small cigarette between his fingers. He put it out on the balcony railing and walked over to you. He placed his hands on the corner of the table, leaning over the metal to peer closer at you.
"For someone who 'couldn't care less about my health'" Choso mocked your voice, his voice a few octaves too high for accuracy, "You seem to worry about me a lot."
You tore your gaze away from the muscles of his arms, which rippled against every shift of his posture. You shut your book quickly, rested your elbow on top of the hard cover, and placed your cheek in your palm.
"I couldn't care less about your health. I just hate the smell that clings to you everywhere you go." You muttered, eyeing him down, "It stinks up the hallways."
That was a lie, and you knew it. You liked the smell of cigarette smoke that mixed with the expensive cologne he wears when you accidentally bumped against him.
The corner of his lip lifted, causing the tattooed stripe across his nose to scrunch. He sat down at the bench opposite to you, leaned forward over the table, his eyes challenging your own.
"You like it, don't you? You're just afraid to admit it."
"I am not afraid of admitting the truth." You scowled, pulling your face off your palm and farther away from him.
"Oh, yeah?" Choso questioned, tilting his head to the side. His voice held something - seductive.
"Okay!" You called, louder than you intended. You stood up and collected your books, turning to Choso. "I'm tired." You hissed, hoping the dim light of the moon and the flicker of the outside lamp hid the blush that crept onto your skin.
Choso laughed from under you. "I was just teasing you, Y/N. You do need to loosen up some." You pulled the blanket over your shoulder, balancing the books on your left arm. "Well, this was a nice chat, Choso. But I'll be taking my leave." Seething, you turn away from him, starting to the balcony door.
"Hey, Sugar tits, calm down. It was a joke." He chuckled, causing you to stop immediately.
"What did you just call me? "
"Sugar tits?"
"Dear god, please never call me 'Sugar tits' ever again."
"What if I want to?" He grinned, throwing one of his legs over the other side of the bench, man spreading. He leaned against the back of the table, his hand coming to rest over the crotch of his sweatpants.
His lap looked so inviting.
"Damn you, Choso. You and your fucking nicknames." You growled. His shit-eating grin grew wider. "You're looking at my lap, Y/N. Wanna come sit?" You snapped your head up at him, "I was not looking."
"You were."
"Was not."
"Were too."
You dropped your journal on the concrete and launched the chemistry book at him.
He fumbled for a second, catching it. "Woah, there Sugar." He taunted, standing with the book in his hand. "Alright, Choso. Give it back." You groaned, speed-walking over to him and trying to grab your study book. He held it over your head, causing you to place your hand on his chest and stand on your toes, reaching high for it.
Damn Choso and his towering height.
"Choso!" You groaned, still reaching for the book. He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"If you wanted to be this close to me you should've just said so, Sugar." He whispered against your ear.
Chemistry book long forgotten, you stilled against his chest. "Choso, let me go."
"God, I love when you say my name." He moaned, sending a shiver rippling down your spine.
A red hue ran up your face and you tilted your head down from his eyes. "Choso, can I please have my book back?" You whined, voice having been muffled by his shirt. Choso smiled down at you, unbeknownst to your eyes. He softly pulled you off of him, and handed you the book.
"Sorry, Sugar. I like teasing you." He admitted, pulling at the little strands of hair at the back of his neck.
"Clearly!" You groaned, moving to pick your journal.
"It's pretty late. You should go to sleep."
"Don't fuck a sorority girl and maybe I actually will get some." You retorted, looking at him from your bent place on the ground. Choso laughed, "Nah, I've had enough of used pussy for one day."
You rolled your eyes, "Do you always have to be so vulgar?"
"It's more fun that way, Sugar." He muttered, laughing harder.
You made your way to the door, throwing a look over your shoulder. "You coming inside?" You asked, holding the door for the two of you. He lazily walked over to you, leaning back against himself. He gripped the door over you, "After you, Sugar."
You rolled your eyes with a smile, walking into the hallway.
"Catch you later, Y/N." He beamed as you reached your respective doors.
"Yeah, yeah. Bye, Choso." You grinned, shaking your head to the side.
You stepped inside your dorm room and closed the door, waiting until Choso's door shut. When the door finally shut, you slid down the wood, holding your books and knees close to your chest.
For once, you were glad your roommate wasn't in the dorm.
Maybe, just maybe , Choso wasn't as bad as you thought.
--~•~--
"Hey! You need to loosen up!" Kugisaki whined, shaking your shoulders.
"Kugisaki, I'm studying!" You groaned, trying to focus on the blurred words of your book. "You've been studying! Exams are weeks away! Go out and have some fun. Come with me!" Kugisaki yowled, shaking you frantically.
"If I go will you finally let me study in peace?"
She finally stopped and instead brought her hands up to clap. "Good! And yes, I will." She smiled, strutting to her dirty laundry. She muttered something below her breath, making you look at her questioningly.
"What did you say?" You asked, turning around in your spinning chair.
"Oh, nothing, nothing." She smiled, dragging her clothes off her body. You tore your eyes away from her body, getting up from the chair. You stretched and turned back to Kugisaki. "I don't have anything to wear." You admitted, stripping out of your comfortable shorts. Kugisaki eyed you, turning her lips up into a devilish smile, "No worries! I've got you covered!"
She ran to the tiny closet that held both hers and your clothing, grabbing a little red dress. "Here!" She smiled, tossing it at you. You caught it with ease, holding the small piece of fabric up to get a better look.
Kugisaki waited until you lowered the dress, then tossed a smaller article of clothing at you. You let this one fall, hooking the dress over your arm, then you picked it up. You inspected the black lace, dropping it when you realized.
"Oh. Hell no, Kugisaki. I am not wearing these."
"Uh, yes, you are." She announced blankly, "I'm not letting you go to a party - smoking hot - while wearing granny panties. Go put on the damn thing. Plus, Choso's going to be there."
You ran red and growled under your breath causing your troublemaker of a roommate to laugh, an almost sadistic, gleaming look in her eyes.
You discarded the rest of your clothes, tossing them into a heap on your side of the room. You slipped the dress on, asking Kugisaki to tie the strings that ran along the back.
To which she happily agreed.
After pulling on the silky dress, you spun in the full length mirror. "Should I really wear this?" You whined, turning to get all angles of yourself, "I mean. It's kind of - cheeky ."
"But you look so good!" Kugisaki cried, throwing her arms over your shoulders. "Like - look at you, Hun!" She wolf-whistled, running her hands down your body. Playfully, you smacked her arm. "But it's not my style." you muttered.
"Then what is your style? I have tons of dresses." She offered, heading over to the closet again. "Sweatpants and big hoodies." You stated sarcastically, as if it was a fact.
Truth be told, you really did like the dress. It fit perfectly, hugging your curves in all the right places.
You heard Kugisaki behind you, rummaging through the clothes, muttering something every time she looked at then tossed a dress. Looking back to the mirror, you scrunched your nose in thought.
"You know what, Kugisaki? Fuck it. I'm wearing this dress."
Stopping her movements immediately, Kugisaki turned to look at you.
"Oh, hell yeah." She grinned, wide and devilish, "There's my bad bitch."
--~•~--
The party was loud, if anything.
Strutting down the sidewalk from where your Uber parked, you and Kugisaki could hear it from almost a block down. Kugisaki threw a white fur coat over your back, hooking it over your elbows. She claimed it to be a "fashion statement ". Your hair was done in the way you liked it for parties and your 6-inch heels clicked against the concrete with every step you took.
You looked hot.
And you knew it too.
Between the jealous stares from girls (some a little flirtatious) and the wolf whistles of the guys. Anyone would know. You only tossed them a few little looks over your shoulders, dismissing them with a grin. Kugisaki gripped your hand when you walked through the door, not wanting to lose you admits the many bodies.
She dragged you through the crowd, toward what you guessed to be the kitchen. She set you next to the counter, commanding you to stay put, before scampering off back into the crowd. You muttered a low "okay.", though you weren't sure if she heard it. You turned to the island in the middle. You grabbed a random solo cup that lay stacked next to the punch and filled it, taking a small sip.
Crush soda and vodka.
What a mix.
You sat there for a second, refilling your cup twice. You groaned, feeling bored.
Maybe this party wasn't a good idea.
--~•~--
You wandered through the crowd, occasionally standing on your toes to try and see above all the bobbing heads.
"Where the hell is Kugisaki?" you hissed, accidentally bumping into someone. "Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm kind of in a rush." You apologized, turning toward the guy. He smiled sweetly, his eyes closing from the raise of his cheeks, "No worries, sweetheart." You squinted at him, studying the too sweet smile on his lips.
You didn't like him.
You didn't like him at all.
You smiled flatly and whirled away from him, taking a drink from the alcohol-induced cocktail. You winced after you swallowed, staring at the colored cup in wonder.
Did it always taste so off?
Maybe it was the slight salty after-taste or maybe it was just your tipsy mind playing tricks. Shrugging it off, you blindly searched through the crowd for your damned roommate.
--~•~--
"Woah! Girl, are you okay?" Some girl asked, catching you before you could hit the ground. "Yeah? Yeah, sorry. I-I'm fine." You groaned. Your head hurt like hell, it didn't help with how fast the room was spinning around. Apparently convinced, she helped you back to your feet. "Alright, just be careful. Go drink some water or something." You smiled lopsidedly, "Thanks." She politely smiled back, then turned back to dance with her friend.
With the pounding headache, spinning room, and the fact that you could barely even feel your body, you knew what happened.
You got fucking roofied.
You stumbled into another person, feeling them catch you as well. You looked up to apologize, but your vision was blurry and your voice refused to leave your throat. "Hey, pretty girl. There you are." You heard him say, though it was muffled by the ringing in your ears, "Let's go upstairs, yeah?" You felt bile rise in your throat. But he simply pulled you close to him and started leading you away.
You felt horrible, meekly letting him drag you out of the sweaty bodies huddled together and to the upwards spiral of the stairs. You tried to stop, but your body wouldn't follow the will of your clouded mind. The guy pulled you into a room, yanking off your white fur topping when it got caught in the door.
'Please, someone help me.' you begged in your screaming mind.
'Anyone.'
--~•~--
"Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?" Choso asked, looking up from his phone. Yuuji peered over at him. "Y/N?" He questioned, turning back to his game of Mario-Kart. They sat in the basement of the frat house - Yuuji's twin brother, Sukuna's, to be exact.
Yuuji and Megumi were sitting in front of the TV, playing Mario-Kart; Maki and Kugisaki were cuddled together on the couch; Toge, Okkotsu, and the one they call 'Panda' were talking in the corner, and Choso finally sat in the brownish bean bag. A few more people stood scattered around, Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.
"Y/N is Kugisaki's roommate. You know, my neighbor?" Choso answered, listening to the far away music that echoed upstairs. "She's not here."
"Well, Kugisaki did say she was going to get her but -" Yuuji gestured to the sleeping Kugisaki on the couch, "then she got challenged to a drinking contest, got shit-faced, made out with Maki, and passed out on the couch."
Choso rolled his eyes, "I know, Yuuji. I watched. Unintentionally."
Yuuji laughed, "Y/N's probably upstairs. Go get her." Choso got up off the bean bag, dusted himself off, and started toward the stairs that led to the main floor. "I was going to." He muttered.
"Then do it." Yuuji challenged, huffing triumphantly when Choso didn't argue and instead turned away.
Choso cringed as the music grew louder, his ears having been used to the almost silent atmosphere of the basement. He pushed through the crowd easily, given his large frame. "Excuse me?" He asked, tapping some random guy on the shoulder.
The guy looked up, expression bored and tilted his head, "Yeah?" Choso looked around slightly, then turned back to the boy. "Have you seen Y/N?"
The guy tilted his head farther, "Give me a description or something. I don't know names." Choso pulled his hand up measuring right about where you were to him, shorter, clearly. "She's about this tall? Her friend left her in the kitchen last?"
Choso remembered the picture a drunken Kugisaki showed him, a picture of the two girls in their outfits before they left. "She was wearing a red dress with a white fur coat thing over her elbows."
This peaked the guy's interest and he sighed, "Yeah, I saw her. Some guy took her upstairs a few minutes ago. She was kind of stumbling." Choso felt his blood run cold, "Okay, thanks." he growled frantically. The guy shrugged, "No problem, man."
Choso pushed people out of the way, now not caring if he accidentally bumped into them or just grazed their shoulders. He needed to get upstairs, now.
He nearly sprinted up the spiral staircase, flickering his eyes toward every door he passed. A long white fur scarf caught his eye, making him wildly dash to the door.
He stopped and picked up the soft fabric, rolling it around in his palm. His eyes darted to the door the scarf lay in front of. It was locked.
And you were in there.
--~•~--
You groaned, your headache still slightly pounding in your head. You felt bile in your throat and tried opening your groggy eyes. The rustle of some type of fabric was roughly the only sound you heard in the room. The cold feeling of hands along your dress, untying the strings that held it up.
How long were you out for?
You opened your mouth to ask the person, but you were only met with a wet, thick fiber. You moved your tongue along the rough cloth, recognizing it as a hand rag. You attempted to open your eyes, but you were, once again, met with the same darkness you tried to escape.
'Oh god, I was drugged.' You thought, hands working frantically against leather restraints - a belt.
You felt the sting of tears gather in your eyes and you flailed your legs, feeling them hit something hard. You kicked harder, shoving whoever it was off of you. You let out a muffled scream, and scrambled farther up the bed to get away from him.
You knew you looked bad, you could feel the mascara staining your cheeks and your upper body was far too cold to not be exposed. You brought your shaking legs close to your chest, wrapping your tied hands around them to keep them there.
You listened to your pounding heart and felt the constant shaking of your body. You closed your eyes, trying to rid them of tears when a loud bang echoed throughout the room. You snapped your head up to the sound, body still balled up.
"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her." The new voice growled, and you knew it from anywhere. Amongst the fighting, the rag must have fallen from your mouth, because when you gasped out the name, it rolled off your tongue as though it's been begging to be released.
"Choso." You sobbed, voice broken and barely audible. The tears really fell this time, running down your face in fat, salty drops. You sat on the corner of the bed, legs pulled close and covered by the sheets. Your body shook with every sob, and your hands ran up to take the blindfold off your eyes.
The light was blinding, and you snapped your eyes shut to block it out. Your vision was still blurry and the room felt like it was spinning. You really weren't sure. The sounds of struggling finally stopped and you hid beneath the sheets.
"Y/N?" Choso asked, his voice soft and comforting. You pulled the sheet off your trembling frame and threw your body against Choso's. You wrapped your arms over his neck and sobbed into his shoulder, nuzzling your wet face into his shirt. He stilled for a second, then softly hooked his arms around your frame, holding you so -- so -- close.
You sat there for a few minutes; he was patiently waiting for you to calm down.
"Come on, Y/N. I'll take you home." He smiled softly, the stripe across his nose rising slightly. He gently took your tied wrists out from around his neck and undid the belt, tossing it off to the side and soothing your sore muscles. He slung his jacket over your body, shielding your exposed body from all eyes, and scooped you into his arms, bridal style.
You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his chest. At this point, you didn't care who stared as he carried you down the stairs and through the people; you didn't care even a bit.
You felt so safe and protected.
You peered up at him from your place against his chest, noticing all the tiny details. The way his tattooed stripe quirked at every curve of his lips, the stray strands of hair that fell from his messy space buns, and the tiniest red hue that dusted his cheeks. "Choso?" You asked, surprised that your voice even made it past your throat.
He tilted his head down at you, eyes soft and holding a silent question. "Thank you." You muttered, tightening your grip on his neck. He grinned delicately, shifting to hold you closer. "Of course, Sugar. Anything for you."
You dipped you head back down into his shirt, hiding the blush that ran down your neck. You cursed to yourself and the little butterflies that fluttered in your stomach. Butterflies were for school girls with puppy crushes. You sat content in Choso's arms, focusing on his body heat that seeped into your side.
He set you down and fished his keys out of his pocket, unlocked the doors, and opened your side. "After you, Sugar." He cooed, leaning against the open door. You rolled your eyes, glad you could feel your legs, and stepped into the car. He shut the door and jogged to the other side, getting in himself.
He placed the key and turned it, causing the car to rumble to life. He looked at you and handed you a phone charger, pulling your phone out if his jacket pocket that still lay around your shoulders.
You smiled, took your phone, and plugged it in. "I'm glad you're safe." Choso sighed, placing his hand on the back of your seat and leaning over. He looked you in the eyes, reversed the car, and drove toward the road that led home.
"How did you even know? I-I mean I'm glad you were there but- how did you know?" You asked, looking over at him. He smiled softly, "I knew you came because of Kugisaki, but you weren't with us in the basement."
"You were in the basement? How'd you do that?"
"It was Yuuji's twin brother's party. We just sat in the basement." He muttered, rolling the palm of his hand on the wheel to turn the car.
You stared at Choso. The way his muscles rippled against his shirt, the rings adorning his bloodied fingers, the way his eyebrows scrunched slightly in concentration. Apparently sensing your gaze, his eyes darted to the side, meeting your own.
You snapped your head away, shifting to look out the window. He chuckled and placed a hot hand on your slightly exposed thigh. It sent an electrified shock through your body. Goosebumps began littering your skin from where he touched. But it wasn't unwelcome. You enjoyed the smooth rubbing of his fingers on your flesh.
It was quiet. The only sounds that accompany the almost-silent ride are the roll of the car against the street, and the occasional sound of your dress against your body when you shift. It's quiet, but it's comfortable.
You peer at Choso through the reflection in the mirror. You really don't hate him. In fact, it's completely obvious that you do everything but hate him. Maybe you hate that it's cliché, maybe you hate that he's never even noticed the way your eyes would linger a little too long on him, or maybe you hate that he's always been there when you needed it.
He finally pulls into the parking lot of your shared dorm house. Before you can reach to open the door, he locks it, motioning you to wait. You stare at him, confused, but you comply. He gets out of his side and jogs over to yours. You laugh at him, unlock the door, and he held his hand out for you to take.
"Come on, Sugar. Let's get you home." Choso says, his eyes bunched from the smile that plays on his lips. You giggle softly, and place your hand in his larger and rougher one.
The elevator ride to your floor is full of him making jokes and you almost peeing yourself from laughter. Thankfully, no one else can bear witness to the antics of you two.
"You know, Choso.." You say as he walks you to your door, him standing lazily when you reach it. He raised his eyebrows, leaning back against himself. "You're not as bad as I thought you were." You confess, hand resting on the knob of your door.
He smiles and turns to his door, "That's good to hear. Goodnight, Sugar." You hear Choso's door shut. You smile and push the door open, but it resists.
Oh, you forgot.
Kugisaki had the key, and the door was locked.
Almost immediately after he comes inside his dorm, Choso hears a soft knock. He opens the door, and there you stand, slightly shying away from him. He grins down at you, "Did you want to spend more time with me, Sugar?"
You glare up at him, "Actually, my door is locked and I don't have a key. Can I spend the night here?" you ask quickly, looking around his frame at the neatly cleaned room.
"Oh, uh- yeah, sure." He laughs, stepping off to the side to let you in.
--~•~--
"No, no. Choso, that's not how that works!" You laugh, almost buckling over into yourself from laughter. Choso watches, bewildered, "It has to work that way! There's no other way!"
After taking a shower and cleaning both of you up, you now sit with Choso on the floor. He offered you a large hoodie to wear instead of your dress, and from an outside view it would seem like the two of you were dating.
He continued laughing as you tried to explain Chemistry to him.
You finally opened your eyes, catching the way Choso's shoulders shook with laughter, the scrunch of his tattoo, and the wide ear-to-ear grin he wore when he laughed. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight.
Damn. Maybe you did like Choso.
But you knew it was more than just a simple 'like'.
"Choso," You muttered, voice way too soft for the laughter that just stopped echoing around the walls. He looked at you, eyes questioning.
"I think I love you." You whispered, almost inaudible. His eyes widened at your confession, body so close to shutting down. "W-what?" He asked, cursing at himself for stuttering.
"I said, I think I love you." You revealed, head turning up to look him in the eyes. Your face burned red and eyes moving to everywhere but his face as you continued, "It's the way you smile when you laugh, and the cigarette smoke that mixes with that cologne you wear, and the-"
"Can I kiss you?" He interrupted, suddenly very close to you.
Unable to speak, you looked at him and nodded.
His ring-dotted finger came and lifted your chin, his other hand snaking up to rest on the side of your face. You closed your eyes and waited until you felt the soft, but chapped skin of his lips.
You've never been one for fantasies or fairy tales, but this sure felt like one. The slow and sensual pull of Choso's lips against your own. It was soft, yet exciting. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, dragging a shocked moan from your throat.
He slipped his tongue in your mouth, leaving no room for breathing. But, you liked it. He pulled away for a moment, your lips chasing after his causing him to laugh. He placed his forehead to yours, whispering against your skin.
"I love you too , Y/N."