Morning came, and because of your late night you easily slept in until noon. Your lower body ached from the night's activity.
As you got up, the reality of what you had done set in. Something about the night just brings out a different side of all of us.
You nearly gagged at the immediate thought, then, as it settled into your brain, you calmed down save for the lingering anxiety that seeing him would bring.
When you opened your bedroom door you could hear bickering between Eso and Kechizu from down in the kitchen - their voices echoing throughout the large home. You slunk out of your room and crept down the stairs.
You tried to peek over the railing of the stairs into the archway that lead to the kitchen and dining area. Unfortunately, that gave you no data on Choso's whereabouts. You could just see Kechizu whining like a baby to Eso about eating his lunch that he had saved.
"What'cha doing?" Choso's deep voice asked from behind you. It startled you, your body jumping at his presence. He stood straight on the stair behind you and looked down at your being hunched over the railing. Your face turned pink.
"You scared the shit outta' me," you frowned, standing straight.
"What are you looking for?" He chuckled at your reaction, ignoring the sound of the fight between brothers escalating.
"Nothing," you flattened your lips and continued down the stairs. How is he being so nonchalant?! You wondered, eyes darting to the very obvious purple mark on his neck that was much darker than the others - all thanks to you.
"Kechizu!" Choso yelled as he followed you down the stairs. The brothers quickly fell silent as you entered the kitchen with him. "That's enough, dude, it's a Hot Pocket. Get over it." (AN: No idea if they have Hot Pockets in Japan, but we're gonna' roll with it 'cause it's funny to think they're fighting over a damn Hot Pocket. <3)
"I bought them with my money!" He whined. Choso just gave him a deadpan expression that had "I'm done with your shit," written all over it. "Man...fuck you, Eso!" The swear from the teen was sharp as a knife, the "k" exaggerated as spit flew from his lips. Eso just snickered and took his plate to the dining table.
"God," Choso shook his head to himself and grabbed the cereal from atop the fridge, then the milk from the right door of the appliance. "Want some?" He turned his attention to you. You shook your head and watched as he poured himself some breakfast despite the afternoon hour. "You're acting funny," he noted as he leaned back on the counter and stood to eat his cereal.
"Well, yeah," you grouched, "why aren't you?!" Choso glanced at his brothers who were too enthralled in their own conversation. He had wanted to make sure they didn't take note of what you said.
"Because it's no big deal," he said with his mouth full, "we're not doing it again. Moving on."
"But," you raised a hand to counter but found yourself lost. "Whatever," you rolled your eyes, grabbed a granola bar from one of the cabinets, and stormed back to your room.
You tried your best to carry on throughout your day. You had to register for your final semester of classes, which you managed to do, but anything else for your pleasure just wasn't distracting enough. Your mind constantly trailed to the previous night's activities.
The evening eventually found you after being unproductive nearly the entire day.
Choso leaned in your doorframe with his arms crossed, startling you from underneath your headphones as always.
"What's up?" You pushed an earphone to the side.
"Did you get Dad's text?" He asked. You shook your head.
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The Unknown
Fanfiction🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️ You were a well-behaved student, a senior at Tokyo University. You had seen him around campus and in other classes, but your economics class was the first where he sat next to you - the well-known bad boy with bad habits. Little did...
