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Y/n pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand, the other adjusting her hold on the charcoal. She had only taken the art class because she knew that it would eventually help her with what she wanted to do in the future, not because she wanted to. The other classes y/n was taking were all related to programming, that was what really held her heart. Y/n wanted to become a game developer.
So far, four months into college, y/n was... not having a very good time. She'd thought college would be different, more people, harder workload, less time for people to be mean. She was wrong. College was just like high school for y/n, and it sucked.
She was still getting picked on, and it was getting old. Y/n just wanted to learn quietly, she didn't understand why people had a problem with that.
A piece of hair fell in front of her glasses, and y/n blew the hair away. She sighed quietly and let her eyes drift from the canvas, looking around the room. The others were in a similar position to y/n, eyes briefly looking up at the model posing in the middle of the room, then flicking back to their own canvas.
Her eyes caught on one person in particular. Dark hair styled in spiky buns, equally dark eyes trained on his canvas, pale skin accompanied by dark under eyes and baggy clothing. She recognized him, how could she not? He was very popular around campus.
Choso Kamo.
Almost everyone knew him. He sold various types of drugs around campus, but he was also known for his personality. He was sweet, a little loud when you got some alcohol in him, and undeniably hot.
Y/n had to agree with everyone else's assessment of the man, he was hot. He was also nicer than you'd expect, but y/n didn't even want to think about him. Anytime she grew fond of someone, it never ended well. Y/n was very well versed in the whole 'I dated you as a dare' thing. Very well versed.
Y/n sighed quietly and brought her eyes back to her own canvas, lifting her hand to swipe the charcoal across it again.
~
After class ended, y/n washed her hands and grabbed her bag, leaving her canvas near the back of the class, propped up against the wall next to the others. She didn't care to keep her work, so she usually just left it in the classroom with her name messily scrawled on the side of the canvas.
Y/n adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stepped out of the classroom. She only made it a few steps down the hall before she was sent flying to the floor in a very embarrassing manner. Her face turned red as laughing could be heard above her. Y/n quickly scrambled to gather her fallen items, unceremoniously shoving them back into her bag.
"The fuck?"
That was all y/n heard before someone crouched down in front of her and handed her the small cyberdeck that fell out of her bag. Y/n lifted her head, meeting familiar eyes.
"You okay?" Choso asked, helping her stand back up.
His hands were clean, but his hoodie was dusted with charcoal. Y/n's eyes traced his jawline and the faint smudge on it.
"Um, yeah. Thank you." She said, clutching her bag close to her chest.
Choso casually slid his hands into his pockets, eyes lazily dragging over her face.
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.
"Y/n." She answered, almost missing the way his posture straightened slightly and his eyes sharpened with interest.
"You're the one that leaves their art in the back of the room?" He asked, taking a tiny step closer.
Y/n nodded once, wondering what he wanted. People were shooting looks their way, some confused, others curious.
"Why do you leave them? They're good." He said, leaning down a bit to be a little more eye-level with her.
Y/n shifted from foot to foot, feeling a little bit uncomfortable with the others staring. She was also a little uncomfortable because Choso was a stranger to her.
"I don't want them. I'm just taking the class because it'll help with my major." She answered easily.
"That's a waste." He mumbled, hesitating before speaking again. "What's your major?"
Was y/n in the twilight zone? Why the hell was this well liked, popular guy talking to her?
"Software engineering." She mumbled, holding her bag tighter. "Um, I have to go." She said quietly and side stepped him, rushing off.
Choso tilted his head and watched her leave. He'd been seeing her work abandoned in the back of their classroom for months, but he never knew the one who was leaving those beautiful pieces behind would be so... cute. Her glasses, the sweater vest, the long skirt, she was adorable in a nerdy way. Choso had never thought he was interested in women like that, but it appears he was.
He also didn't know why people were messing with her, he clearly watched her get tripped on purpose.
Choso hummed and turned around, walking towards his next class.
~
Choso found out why they were messing with y/n a few days later, in the worst way possible. He'd been walking to one of the other buildings to meet up with his friend when he heard her voice. He'd looked for it on instinct, not because it was familiar, but because of the way it was shaking.
His eyes zeroed in on five people standing around y/n, who was sitting on her knees on the ground. He frowned and turned, walking up to them instead. As he grew closer, he could hear what the others were saying, and it was not nice in the slightest. They were mocking her, calling her a loser, and stomping on her things that spilled out of her bag.
Y/n panicked and slapped her hand over the cyberdeck that one of them was about to crush, and yelped when the girls foot connected with her hand instead of the item.
"Ugh, it touched me." The girl grimaced, wiping her shoe on the grass in a disgusted matter.
Tears welled up in y/n's eyes, her hand throbbing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Choso asked, watching as the others turned to face him.
"Oh, nothing much." One of the guys shrugged.
"This is 'nothing much'?" His eyes narrowed. "Leave."
He kneeled down in front of y/n and lifted her hand gently. He tired to look at her face, but her head hung down and her shoulders were shaking.
"Choso, man, come on. She's just some loser." One of the other guys said.
"Back off." He warned again, throwing a dangerous look over his shoulder at the group.
They grumbled to themselves but eventually left.
"Why'd you do that?" Y/n used the sleeve of her shirt to rub at her eyes.
"Because they were being fucking assholes." He sighed and brushed his thumb over the back of her hand, frowning when she winced. "Is anything broken?"
"I don't think so." Y/n finally lifted her head, eyes red and glassy.
Choso bit the inside of his cheek before nodding. He silently helped her pick up her things and put them back in her bag. Y/n was embarrassed that she even needed help in the first place, especially from him.
"Do you have any more classes?" He asked, rising to his feet and offering her a hand.
Y/n shook her head and took his hand with her uninjured one, letting him pull her to her feet. She quickly pulled her hand free from his and hugged her bag to her chest.
"I'll walk you back to your dorm." He said, his hand immediately missing her warmth.
"You don't have to." She mumbled, shoe squeaking against the grass.
"I know." He said easily. "I want to."
Y/n pressed her lips together and nodded slowly. She started to walk back to her dorm, Choso falling in step next to her. They didn't talk, even though Choso had things he wanted to say. He wanted to ask her if this is what her college life was like all the time. The thought made an ugly feeling settle in his chest. He didn't like those kinds of people, they pissed him off. It especially pissed him off because, for some unknown reason, he was developing a soft spot for y/n.
It was a little odd, they hadn't talked beyond their first interaction where he'd found out she was the one leaving the paintings in the back of the classroom, but she intrigued him. She was always quiet in their shared class, her artistic ability was insane for someone who didn't like it, she was smart, and she was cute. But she seemed like someone who had walls built up high, and for good reason. He knew getting closer to her would take time, but he was a patient man.
Choso walked her all the way to her dorm, like he said, and y/n unlocked her door. She stepped inside and rubbed her eyes before placing her bag on her desk.
Y/n turned to face him, hand gripping the door knob. "Thank you." She said quietly.
"It was no problem." Choso said, hands resting inside his hoodie pocket.
His eyes glanced over her head, looking around her dorm quickly. The room was very clean and organized, but there were a few posters and pictures on the wall. Her bed was made neatly with pink sheets and a pink blanket. Her desk had a computer set up and there were sticky notes pasted to the edges of it.
"I have, um, stuff to do, so..." She trailed off, pulling Choso from his thoughts.
"Yeah, of course." He took a step back, nodding. "Wait-" He said before she could close the door, making her look at him questioningly. "Can I get your number?"
Y/n eyed him for a few seconds, suspicion welling up inside her. He wanted her number? "Why?"
"To talk?" He raised a brow at her.
"Okay." She mumbled and held out her hand.
Choso pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it over, watching as she put her number in as a new contact before handing it back to him. He slid it back into his pocket and gave her a small nod before turning to leave. Y/n watched as he walked down the hallway, gnawing at her bottom lip nervously.
She closed the door quietly and flicked the lock before collapsing on top of her bed. She laid there, eyes closed and body tired. Her hand was throbbing and a bruise was already forming. Why did people have to be so mean? All she wanted to do was live her life and work towards graduating peacefully. She didn't like violence, loud places and people, all she wanted was to be left alone, why was that so difficult?
Tears welled up in her eyes and leaked onto the blanket where her face was smushed into.
~
Weeks later, y/n was growing accustomed to the frequent text messages she'd receive from Choso throughout the day. He was asking basic questions about her, clearly trying to get to know her, but also updating her on random things throughout the day. She was already able to tell when Choso had gotten into his own stash by the way and the frequency in which he would text her, not to mention that he was more likely to call her when he had.
He usually caught her when she was studying or coding, and she would just put the phone on speaker before continuing what she was doing, keeping an ear out for what Choso was saying. She didn't talk much, but he kept calling.
She didn't know, but Choso just enjoyed her company. He was trying his best to scale the walls she had so clearly built up, and he thought he was doing a pretty good job. At least she didn't hang up on him or ignore him, he considered that progress.
He learned that y/n had no friends and spent most of her time studying or coding. He'd been tempted to invite her to a party, but quickly squashed that idea. He knew she wouldn't like the environment, so he didn't even ask. He mostly wanted to ask because he knew that his friends would love to hangout with her, and he wanted y/n to be surrounded by people who genuinely wanted to be her friend.
Gojo was pretty much friends with everyone, and Choso knew that he would love a new friend. Yuji was his younger brother, but he was like a big, lovable teddy bear. Geto looked intimidating with his piercings and dark clothes, but he was kind.
Choso sighed and dropped his hand, paintbrush dangling from his fingers. He was trying and failing to finish a piece for one of his classes. The oils weren't cooperating, the lines were off, and he kind of hated it. With a small groan, he put the paintbrush into a mason jar full of dirty water and stood up from the stool he was perched on.
He grabbed a pre rolled joint and opened the window, sticking it between his lips. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it to life, lighting the end of the joint. Choso took a long inhale, held it, and blew it out. He looked down and watched as a few people passed by. He could easily see them from where he was, hanging out of the window on the third floor.
After he finished and was sufficiently buzzed, he rubbed his eyes tiredly and flopped down on the bed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts, stopping on y/n's. It was late, but he knew she wouldn't be awake, nose probably buried in either a book or her computer.
He clicked the call button and waited, holding the phone to his ear.
"It's late." Y/n said after answering, making Choso smile.
"I know." He hummed. "I knew you'd be awake."
Y/n sighed, and he heard the sound of a keyboard clacking. "Whatever. What's up?"
He closed his eyes. "My painting is all fucky."
The clicking paused for a moment before resuming. "Fucky?"
"It's like... ugly, and I hate it." He groaned softly.
"I'm sure it's not ugly." She murmured.
"It is." He whined. "The lines are wonky, my paint was just, like, all wrong."
Choso complained for a bit more, and y/n was quiet, but she was listening. Eventually, Choso's complaints tapered off and he blinked at the ceiling.
"Can I come over?" He asked suddenly.
"Why?" She asked, immediately on guard.
"To hangout, duh." He rolled over onto his side.
Y/n leaned back in her chair, biting the inside of her cheek. "I'm going to be coding."
"Is that a no?" He asked.
"No." She mumbled. "I guess you can."
Choso sat up and slid off his bed. "I'll be over soon." He said before saying bye and hanging up.
He changed out of his painting clothes, pulling on a hoodie and some basketball shorts. He made sure he looked presentable, but couldn't do anything about how red and lidded his eyes were. With a small shrug, he grabbed his keys and left his dorm. It was quiet in the building given how late it was, almost 1am, so he tried not to make any noise on his way out.
~
Y/n thumbed at her bottom lip and sighed quietly. She was waiting for Choso, and she was pretty nervous. She didn't know why Choso had taken an interest in her, and part of her was scared that it was all for a bet, because she'd been through that before, and it nearly broke her.
A soft knock broke her out of her thoughts, and she stood up from her desk chair, making her way over to the door. She unlocked and pulled it open, looking up at Choso.
"Hi." He gave her a lopsided smile, and y/n knew that he had smoked something immediately, if his expression and the slight skunky smell was anything to go off of.
"Hi." She stepped aside, letting him in.
"Cute jammies." He said before removing his shoes and hauling himself up onto her bed.
Y/n froze after closing the door, fingers still touching the knob. She looked down at herself and blushed. She was wearing loose shorts with squirrels in christmas hats and an oversized t-shirt with a stupid coding joke on it. She pulled her hand from the doorknob and rubbed her eyes under her glasses, a little embarrassed. She'd completely forgotten to change out of her comfy clothes before he got there.
Choso laid down on his stomach, facing her desk. He propped his chin up on his palm.
"What are you doing?" He asked after seeing her computer screen.
Y/n sat back down in her chair, hands immediately finding their place on her keyboard again. "Coding."
"Duh, but for what?" He asked curiously.
She crossed her legs underneath herself, adjusting her position to be more comfortable. "Game stuff." She said vaguely.
Choso knew what her plans were, so he knew she wanted to design games, but he didn't get most of what she said as she mumbled to herself when they were on the phone. All he knew was that she was wicked smart and it kind of intimidated him some times.
Choso grabbed one of her circular pillows and hugged it, resting his chin on the soft cushion. Y/n glanced over at him a few times in between typing on her computer, and she saw the way his lidded eyes drooped more and more before they fully closed.
He had fallen asleep.
Y/n finished with what she was doing, saved it, then turned off the computer. She quietly moved about her room, turning the light off, sliding off her slippers and placing her glasses down next to her bed. She gently climbed up onto the bed and sat propped up against the wall. She dragged one of her throw blankets over her lap and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted. She had been awake for way too long, and she was finally feeling it.
~
In the early hours of the morning, Choso was staring at y/n, who was half propped up in a very uncomfortable looking position. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up before moving about. He gently laid y/n down, being careful not to jostle her too much in the process. She let out a soft groan as her head fell against the pillow, and Choso stilled. He brushed some hair from her face and couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, with and without her glasses. Without them, he got a better look at her features, but he always thought she was pretty.
Choso carefully slid off of the bed, feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. He made sure he had his keys and phone before slipping on his shoes. He unlocked the door, flicked the lock behind him, and left her dorm. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and made his way to a cafe that was nearby campus.
~
Y/n jolted awake at the sound of knocking. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes and fumbled for her glasses, sliding them onto her face. She yawned and got off the bed, walking over to the door. She unlocked the door and was immediately face to face with someones chest. She lifted her head and her eyes met Choso's.
"When did you leave?" She squinted at him.
"Like, half an hour ago." He said, stepping around her.
She finally noticed that he had a bag in one hand and a thing with two drinks in the other. She closed the door behind him and took the drink that Choso held out to her.
"Thank you." Y/n said before taking a sip, and she was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was her favourite. "How did you know I liked this?"
"I've seen you bring it to class before." He said, digging in the bag before handing her a breakfast sandwich.
She hesitantly took the food he offered. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked suspiciously.
He slowly turned to face her, pastry in hand. "Why wouldn't I be nice to you?"
"Nobody else is." She mumbled, taking a bite of the sandwich.
Choso frowned. "I want to be." He rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. "I like you."
Y/n choked and started to cough. Choso's eyes widened and he rushed over, patting and rubbing her back until she calmed down. She barely managed to place the breakfast sandwich down on her desk before she dropped it.
"Are you," She took a deep breath. "fucking with me?"
"Why would I do that?" He asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"It's not like it hasn't happened before." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself.
Choso bit the inside of his cheek. Had people really done that?
"Well, I wouldn't do that." He replied. "I like you, I mean it."
Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, took a few breaths, and turned to look at him. "Listen, I've been messed with a few too many times and this is all really scary for me, okay? It's hard to believe you when you're so..." She trailed off, gesturing to him.
Choso raised a brow. "I'm so what?"
"You." She shrugged helplessly. "You're attractive, popular, and talented. I'm just- I'm just me."
Choso took a step closer and slowly raised his hands, placing them gently on her cheeks, but he didn't miss the way she flinched slightly.
"You are you, and that's why I like you. You're real, you're beautiful, and you're scary smart." He said softly, thumbs stroking the warm skin of her cheeks.
Y/n felt a little choked up by his confession, and she didn't really know what to do. He seemed painfully genuine, and it was confusing her. Nobody besides her mother had ever told her she was beautiful, in fact, she'd been called ugly more times than she could count, so it was hard to believe him. But, something in his eyes was- she didn't know, but it was a little hard to hold eye contact. Nobody had ever looked at her like that, like she was... all he could see. It was a little overwhelming.
Y/n averted her eyes, but couldn't move her head much since he was holding her face. "You mean that?" She asked nervously.
"Of course I do." He murmured, voice low and unbearably soft.
Choso hated whoever made her so guarded, whoever ruined her perception of genuine affection.
She gave a small nod, and Choso leaned down to kiss the top of her head before letting go, not wanting push any boundaries.
"Can I take you out on a date?" He asked.
Y/n touched the top of her head. "Um, yeah, okay." She said quietly, before shaking out of the disbelief. "But I, uh, don't like loud places."
He gave her a soft smile. "I know, don't worry."
She nodded once and played with her fingers. "Okay."
Choso decided to let her be, knowing she probably needed some time to process. "I'll text you, okay?"
"Alright." She said quietly.
Choso grabbed his drink and food, gave her a soft smile, and left her dorm.
Y/n locked the door behind him and pressed her forehead to the cool wood, face blank. This was a lot to process, and it didn't quite seem real. Choso was... well, he was everything y/n didn't think she deserved.
Y/n let out a breath and clenched her hands into fists briefly before releasing them. She would trust him, just this once.
She really wanted to trust him.
~
Two days later, y/n was getting ready for her date with Choso. He'd texted her saying to be ready by seven and they'd go out. She was nervous, beyond nervous, actually. She was really hoping that this wasn't all some elaborate prank like usual, that there'd be nobody but Choso waiting for her when they met up. No cameras, no strangers, no laughing.
Y/n took a shaky breath to calm herself down. She didn't have many clothes that would be date appropriate, so she really had to dig through her closet to find something.
Y/n took her glasses off to put on some mascara before putting them back on and fixing her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror for a good few seconds, scrutinizing her appearance. She looked much prettier than she'd ever seen herself, it was kind of freaky.
Y/n always made sure she was presentable and in nice clothes, but she never put this much effort into her appearance. She kind of liked it.
After making sure she looked nice, y/n grabbed her bag and left her dorm. She made her way down to the parking lot, nerves rising the closer she got. To her relief, all she saw was Choso leaning against a black car, head down as he scrolled on his phone.
"Choso." Y/n said as she grew closer.
Choso's head snapped up, and a smile settled onto his lips. His eyes trailed over her subtly, and he felt the tips of his ears get hot.
"Hey." He pushed off the car. "You look beautiful."
Y/n gave him a small smile as she stopped in front of him. "Thank you."
"Ready to go?" He asked, opening the car door for her.
"Where are we going?" She asked as she got in the car.
"You'll see." He said before closing the door.
~
"I've never been to one of these before." Y/n said excitedly.
"Really?" He asked as he parked in a spot close to the screen.
They were at a drive in movie theatre, and Choso left when they got there after asking y/n what kind of snacks she wanted. Y/n squirmed in the seat a bit. Choso really picked the best place, nobody would be paying attention to them there and it wasn't overly loud.
Choso came back a few minutes before the movie was supposed to begin and handed her a bucket of popcorn and her preferred snacks. Choso leaned into the back seat a little bit and pulled two small blankets up front, putting one over y/n's lap and his own.
"Thank you." She said as she got comfortable.
"Mhm." Choso did the same and changed the radio to the right station for the movie.
~
At some point during the movie, Choso's hand had snuck up near hers. At first he just put his hand close, but slowly he hooked his pinky around hers, then a few minutes later they were holding hands. Y/n's heart was beating hard in her chest, slamming against her ribs. She was almost afraid that he could hear it.
She barely paid attention to the movie, more distracted by where their bare skin met. Was holding hands supposed to feel like this? So... intense? She didn't know, but it felt nice, comforting.
Choso's thumb ran across her knuckles in a soothing gesture. In truth, he also felt a little lightheaded. People often assumed he was experienced with women, but honestly, he wasn't. He'd had two girlfriends, and the relationships didn't last more than six months, because they'd both cheated on him. Not happy memories, in fact, it'd kind of put him off dating.
Well, until he met y/n. Now, all he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, and love her. He just wanted to show her that she deserved to be loved, that she was beautiful, inside and out.
~
After the movie, Choso dutifully walked y/n back to her dorm and made sure she was safe. He seemed to linger in her doorway, and he looked like he wanted to say something, he seemed nervous.
"Whats up with you?" She asked, looking up at him questioningly.
"Be my girlfriend." He blurted out.
Y/n's eyes widened, and Choso groaned. He rubbed his eyes roughly before looking down at her, eyes intense and a little vulnerable.
"Sorry, sorry." He let out a quiet breath. "I wanted to ask you properly, but I got nervous." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Y/n opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly shocked by his terrible attempt at asking her to be his girlfriend. She was more so shocked at the fact that he wanted her to be his girlfriend.
Choso grew increasingly more tense the longer the silence stretched. Had he read things wrong? Was he moving too fast?
Probably. Fuck.
"You don't have to answer now." He said suddenly, swallowing thickly. "I should've had flowers and shit to ask you this, I just- I got excited- and-"
"Wait." Y/n grabbed his hand with both of hers, holding it tight. "I- I want to be your girlfriend." She said, throat feeling tight.
Choso visibly sagged in relief at her response, clearly having been more nervous than he was letting on.
"Can I stay the night?" He asked, and y/n eyed him suspiciously. "Just to cuddle." He clarified.
Y/n, still gripping onto his hand, tugged him closer while nodding. Choso followed, stepping inside her dorm. Y/n glanced up at him, chewing on her bottom lip. Slowly, she leaned up, and then Choso leaned down to meet her halfway. The kiss was a little clumsy, but neither seemed to mind. It didn't last very long, but it left them both red.
"I'm going to go back to my dorm and change," He said, raising his free hand to brush the backs of his knuckles across her cheek. "then I'll be back."
Y/n nodded and finally let go of him, watching as he gave her a smile before leaving back to his dorm. Y/n changed into comfier clothes while she waited for him to come back, removed her makeup, and took down her hair. By the time she finished, Choso was back. She let him in and locked the door behind him, turning around to face him.
"You alright?" He asked, noticing her nervous expression.
"Yeah." She moved away from the door. "I just, I've never had a boyfriend before. I don't really know what to do."
Choso wasn't surprised at what she said, knowing some of her past.
"It's okay." He stepped closer and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
Y/n put her hands on his chest, fighting the urge to squirm. It was a little embarrassing, but she hadn't hugged anyone other than her mom in at least nine years. They stood there for a few minutes, just soaking in the others company, before y/n pulled away to turn off the lights. She yawned and rubbed her eyes under her glasses.
"Tired?" He asked.
"Mhm." She hummed.
They slowly shuffled over to the bed and climbed up, squishing against each other in the dark. The bed was small, but they made it work. Choso was trying to stay calm, but having y/n so close made him feel like he was floating.
Choso ran his hand up and down y/n's back, fingers skimming her bare skin above the waistband of her shorts where her shirt rode up. He could feel the steady beat of y/n's heart against his side, and the way her breathing evened out over time.
~
The beginning of their relationship had been a little awkward, but y/n eventually got the hang of it. It took some time to get used to the public displays of affection, but she didn't dislike it. For the first time in her life, people actually left her alone.
Word had gotten around campus pretty quickly, and everyone seemed to mutually agree that it would basically be social suicide if they ever tried to mess with y/n again. So, the bullying stopped.
The next biggest thing was that she finally met Choso's friends, who were, to say the least, not at all what she was expecting. She'd expected at least some pushback, some insults, but she didn't get any of that. She was welcomed with open arms and warm smiles, she even became friends with them without Choso's help.
It felt weird, at first, to have friends, to have people she could depend on. Through Yuji, y/n also met Nobara, and they clicked almost immediately. Y/n finally didn't feel alone anymore, and it was an entirely new feeling, a welcome feeling.
Which brought her to what she was doing now, hanging out with Nobara in the her dorm, letting the other girl do her makeup.
"God, you're so pretty, I can't believe those assholes were making fun of you." Nobara said as she brushed some more eyeshadow onto her lids.
Nobara knew all about her past. Y/n couldn't help but spill her guts to the other girl only a few days after meeting. There was just something about Nobara that made her feel safe, supported, and understood. Of course, her newfound friend had been enraged on her behalf, and it felt nice to be cared for like that.
Y/n shrugged, eyes still closed.
"Anyway," Nobara started. "how are things with Choso? You've been together for how long now? Two months?"
"They're really good." She said, lips twitching upward slightly. "He's sweet, he takes care of me." She said, opening her eyes when Nobara said she could.
"Have you guys, you know." She said, wiggling her eyebrows with a mischievous smile.
Y/n's cheeks turned slightly red. "Uh, no. Not yet."
"Why not? You should be climbing that man like a tree." Nobara laughed and closed her eyeshadow pallet.
"I know." Y/n groaned. "I want to, but I'm kind of nervous, first time and all."
"I get it." She nodded and unscrewed the lid of her lipstick. "You should just go for it, the nerves will always be there."
Y/n mulled it over in her head, silently agreeing as she let Nobara apply the lipstick to her.
~
Y/n left Nobara's dorm after another two hours, getting back to her own around midnight. She paused in her doorway, blinking a few times to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was.
She was.
Choso was on her bed, lying down, phone in hand. He looked up when she opened the door, a wide smile stretching across his face. He sat up quickly and tossed his phone aside. He hopped off the bed and walked up to her, pulling her in for a tight hug.
Ah, he was definitely high. He always got more affectionate and smiley when he was high.
"Hi baby." He kissed her temple.
"Hi. Why are you in my dorm?" She asked, smiling as he nuzzled her hair.
"Missed you." He murmured.
"How'd you get in?" She asked, pulling back to look at him.
"Window." He admitted, the tips of his ears turning red.
It would have been easy to get in through the window, honestly. She was on the first floor, so if she'd left it unlocked, he could've climbed right in.
"How was your day? Did you have fun with Nobara?" He asked, eyes finally focusing on her face, and he immediately felt his heart skip in his chest.
"It was good. We watched a few movies, talked, and she did my makeup." Y/n said, watching as his pupils blew wide. "You good?"
"I'm great." He said.
Y/n eyed him for a moment, but her eyes widened when his hands traveled lower, fingers skimming the waistband of her jeans.
"Are you?" She asked, heart thumping hard in her chest.
"You look... really good." He said, voice uncharacteristically low. "You always look good, but- I don't know,"
"Nobara did my makeup." She said, trying to stay calm when the tips of his fingers dipped into the top of her jeans.
"Mm." He leaned down, brushing their noses together. "I kinda wanna ruin it." He mumbled out, barely audible.
Y/n felt her heart skip in her chest, and she quickly closed the distance between them. Soon, y/n felt Choso's pierced tongue slip between her lips, and she welcomed it. Choso's arms wound around her waist, pressing their bodies closer. Y/n lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down a bit more.
Slowly, Choso took a few steps back until he hit the bed. He quickly flipped them and pushed y/n down on the bed. She grunted when her back hit the plush blankets beneath her. Choso climbed on top of her and slotted himself between her legs, immediately pressing their lips back together.
Y/n slid her hands down his chest and stomach, slowly hooking her fingers in the loops of his jeans and pulling him down against her. She was nervous, but excited.
Choso, on the other hand, felt like he was going to explode when his warm palms slid up the soft skin of y/n's stomach. He'd had sex before, but somehow, just touching y/n was enough to excite him beyond belief.
His ever tightening pants could attest.
The kissing grew heavier, their desperate sounds slipping out between frantic presses of their lips. Choso tried really hard not to let his hands wander too far, because he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Y/n, on the other hand, did let her hands wander. They grabbed at his shoulders, hips, thighs.
Y/n's nerves were still there, but her desperation was overpowering it. She had never felt so needy for another persons touch in her life, but it felt like her body was burning. Frustrated at the lack of touching from Choso, she squeezed his hips with her thighs, bucked her hips, and flipped their positions. Choso let out a surprised grunt and looked up at her with half lidded eyes, pupils blown wide.
He looked shocked and aroused at the same time.
"I'm a virgin, not a nun." Y/n rolled her eyes, thighs squeezing his hips.
"Fuck, okay." He breathed, grabbed the back of y/n's head to yank her down, crushing their lips together.
Her glasses were a little bit in the way, but they dealt with it.
Somewhere along the line, clothes were shed, and they were left in just their underwear. Y/n could feel the very prominent bulge under her butt, given the fact she was still straddling him.
Choso swore he was going die if she kept rubbing up against him the way she was. His hands desperately gripped her thighs, as if trying to anchor himself. He bucked his hips up against her and their lips broke apart as y/n gasped softly. Choso groaned, the sound coming out absolutely wrecked.
Choso's shaky fingers ran across the underside of her bra. "C-can I?"
"Yeah." She let out a breath, sitting up slowly.
Choso unhooked her bra and y/n let it slide off, tossing it aside. She felt a little shy, but fought the urge to cover up, because if the look in his eyes was anything to go off of, he was about to lose his mind. Choso's touched turned almost worshipful, his warm palms dragging over every inch of her skin.
Y/n's breathing grew a little heavy, her mind racing as he nuzzled her neck, kissing and nipping at her. She slid her fingers into his hair and tugged lightly, pulling him from her neck. She heard him let out a soft whine, and it went straight to her core. She had never thought she'd have a thing for pathetic noises like that, but she was being proven very, very wrong.
Choso looked up at her, eyes dark and face red. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped them again, and suddenly she was fully naked, out on display. It made her feel a little shy, but Choso just stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and that eased her mind.
"Fuck, can't believe I got so lucky." He murmured, leaning down to bring her into a searing kiss.
Y/n used her feet to push Choso's boxers down, and he kicked them aside, leaving himself naked. His hands were all over her, thighs, hips, waist, chest. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.
And apparently, he couldn't.
Choso kissed down her chest and belly until he was where he really wanted to be. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, kissing, sucking, and biting her thighs. Y/n let her head drop back against the pillow, and her fingers wound themselves in his hair.
His eyes flicked up to her as he slowly lowered his mouth, pierced tongue flicking out against her clit. Y/n grunted and gripped his hair tighter, toes curling as he began to eat her out like she was his last meal.
Y/n jolted and arched her back, pushing his face against herself on instinct, almost blinded by pleasure as she came on his tongue.
"Fuck." She groaned out, falling back against the bed.
Choso pulled back and licked his lips, staring up at her blissed out face. Oh, he was so screwed. Her face was flushed, tears spilling down her cheeks, bottom lip caught between her teeth as her chest heaved.
He sat up fully, y/n's legs falling from his shoulders to bracket his hips. He was painfully hard and leaking against her marked thigh.
"Fuck." He said, rubbing her knees. "I don't have a condom."
Y/n removed her forearm from her eyes and glared at him in a way that had his dick leaking even more. Gathering her strength, she sat up and grabbed his shoulders, catching him by surprise. She manhandled him under her and sat on his lower stomach.
He licked his lips, pupils blown wide. "I kinda like it when you manhandle me."
"I can tell." She mumbled, sitting up a bit and reaching behind herself.
Whatever smart remark Choso was about to make died on his tongue when her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, a choked off noise leaving his throat instead. Y/n let out a quiet breath and shuffled her hips back, slowly sinking down on him. The stretch burned, and y/n squeezed her eyes shut, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
Choso lifted his hand and thumbed at her bottom lip, pulling it free. "Don't hurt yourself." He said, voice sounding strained.
Y/n gave a small nod and moved slowly until she was fully seated on his lap, feeling unbelievably full. Choso, on the other hand, had to count backwards from one hundred in his head so he didn't cum immediately. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, fingers digging into the plush skin there and leaving crescent shaped nail marks.
Y/n opened her eyes slowly, but she couldn't see very well through her fogged up glasses. She huffed and pulled them off, tossing them on her bedside table. She blinked down at him a few times, adjusting without her glasses. She could see him, but he was a little blurry. She could make out the fact that he looked kind of pained, and she knew why.
After taking a deep breath, she lifted her hips and dropped back down, a strangled gasp leaving her lips and a low groan leaving Choso's throat. Y/n felt like the breath got knocked out of her, but she kept going, getting a good pace going.
Choso kept a firm grip on her, but he didn't try to change the pace. It was torturous, honestly, Choso was being tortured. The pace of her hips was a little slow, but she dropped her hips hard, and it felt like he was being accidentally edged.
Eventually, Choso sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist loosely, head resting against her chest with his eyes clenched shut, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tried not to be loud. Y/n had lifted her hands to grab his shoulders so she could move her hips faster, clearly close as her movements became more sloppy.
Y/n dropped down one last time and clenched around him, moaning out his name. Choso hissed and grabbed her hips, quickly lifting her off before he came all over her stomach. Y/n let out an involuntary whine at the sudden emptiness, and then clamped a hand over her mouth, panting into her palm. The sound was embarrassing, but she was too tired to do much else about it. She felt like her body was floating and her heart was slamming against her ribs.
Choso ran his hands up and down her back soothingly, slowly coming down from the very intense orgasm he'd just had.
After a few minutes, y/n grimaced. "I feel gross."
Choso lifted his head from her neck and kissed her cheek, gently moving her off his lap. He stood up and lifted y/n up into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom attached to her dorm. He set her down on shaky legs and turned the knob of the shower, letting the water warm up before stepping inside. It was a little cramped, but it still did the job.
After a quick shower, Choso dressed her in the hoodie he wore over and some soft shorts. He pulled his jogging pants back on and got back into bed with y/n. She rolled on top of him and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
Choso ran his hands up and down her back underneath the hoodie, tracing shapes along her spine.
"Your sweater smells like weed and cologne." She mumbled tiredly, eyes already closed.
Choso smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Sorry."
"No you're not."
~
"Choso! You freaking beast!" Y/n yelled, hitting her boyfriend with a pillow.
Choso jolted awake and put his arms up to shield himself. "Ow! What the hell!"
"Look at what you did!" She said, stopping her assault as she gestured to her neck, upper body, and her thighs.
Choso blinked a few times before his eyes trailed over her body, a slow grin taking over his face. "Oops."
"Choso! You are so not sorry." She whined and dropped the pillow.
"I'm not." He shook his head.