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godamilosingmymind · 2 months ago

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Some Nerd Choso headcanons that I came up with:

Nerd Choso! Who decided to pursue college so he could make his family, especially his younger brother proud.

Nerd Choso! Who always shows up to lectures on time and revises topics before classes instead of going to frat parties.

Nerd Choso! Who gets calls from Yuuji about getting a girlfriend, which he rolls his eyes to each time. There's no way he could manage getting into a relationship now that he has so much work on his plate.

Nerd Choso! Who keeps staring at you during a 1-hour lecture instead of paying attention to the professor (even though he regrets it later as he watches videos on youtube and borrows notes from his classmates)

Nerd Choso! Who tries to ignore his feelings and avoid you in order to not get distracted but fails due to being assigned group work with you.

Nerd Choso! Who freezes up when you look in his direction or ask him questions during a group study session.

Nerd Choso! Who's shaking when he goes back to his college dorm because of his raging boner.

Nerd Choso! Who can't help but feel like a freak and a pervert as he fists his cock to your sweet giggles.

Nerd Choso! Who subconsciously starts to look forward to meeting you again and studying with you. He couldn't give a fuck about the others in the group who were just as smitten by you. They're just getting in his way.

Nerd Choso! Who can't wait to ask you out on a date so he can get closer to you <3

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A.n: Choso can get it anytime 😊

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godamilosingmymind · 1 year ago

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LATE NIGHTS & CAR RIDES.

One thousand, four hundred and sixty one days. Four years to be exact, since you last saw him. Sitting on a bar stool sipping on some god awful concoction of a fruit punch, you tried to indulge in a conversation with someone who's name you couldn't remember. The sound of a familiar laughter ripping through the air that seemed to be the only thing plaguing your mind. Too distracted to continue the conversation, you excused yourself and left the crowded kitchen island to find a place that held more peace. The bathroom. Praying to the Greek gods that you don't bump into someone you knew.

"Why did I come here again?."

okay.. maybe you only came to this pathetic excuse of a high school reunion only to see him, but could you blame yourself? You missed him. A lot. Although, one thing was pretty clear after this experience, he definitely did not miss you. Not a single text, email, heck- even a letter would suffice. You scoffed at your reflection in the mirror. You really were stupid for holding any hope. If he didn't care, why should you?

Grabbing your purse, you left the bathroom, Stilettos hitting the marble floor as you made your way out of the boisterous house. A Chilly breeze hitting your skin making you shiver at the impact. The Night was freezing, you continued walking further in search of a taxi, having your car break down just days ago and being sent to the mechanic. Your attempts proved futile as there were barely any vehicles around at this hour. Pulling out your phone you tapped away to book a cab instead but a voice made stop dead in your tracks.

"Leaving already?"

Your heart could jump out of your chest at any moment. Sucking in a shaky breath, you turn to face him. His hair messily swayed with the cold breeze, nose tinged pink with his hands stuffed into his black jacket.

"Yes." you breathed.

Choosing to ignore him, you kept your gaze glued to your phone screen. "Its late y'know-" he sounded nervous, desperate even. Trying to scan your face for any expression that could indicate you wanted him six feet under.

"I am quite aware." you replied.

"uh- why don't I give you a ride instead?"

God. Why was he so presistant? Sighing, you offered him a fake smile. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier. I'll be fine, go have fun, okay?" He stood there staring for a good minute, eyes carrying a heavy guilt.

"Please.. lets talk."

You found yourself in the passenger seat of his sleak black camaro. If you were uncomfortable before, now you're in extreme anguish. The atmosphere was tense, your eyes drifted to his slender hands gripping the steering wheel for dear life, knuckles painted white. A light patter of rainfall covered the windscreen. His focus remained on the road, driving a 120 kmph down the highway. You wondered if he was failing to come up with a conversation or if he didn't think it was worth forming one. Turning your gaze to the road, you tried to maintain your composure.

"Aren't you going to ask my address?"

"I-" He ran a hand through his locks, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. Suddenly, the light patter of rain grew into a whole downpour, making you flinch from the sudden hammering. He was forced to pull into a mostly empty gas station. Parking the vehicle in the far corner and unbuckling his seat belt, he began to take off the jacket that covered his lean figure. Moving to face your figure beside him.

"About the party-" He began.

"I wasn't sure if you would come, when I saw you though, I couldn't bring myself to-"

"I don't care about the party." You hissed, patience running thin by the second. "I want to know why you did what you did 4 years ago."

"I-" You didn't let him finish.

Did he really think you were that easy? Did he expect you to sit still and listen to his explanations, and not react in the slightest? Narrowing your now tearful eyes, you stared right into his. Fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. It was as if all the time you spent together, at school, on hour long calls, never mattered in the first place.

"You think you can just disappear without a trace and come back whenever you please? expecting me to welcome you with open arms?" You offered him a dry laugh, voice shakier than before.

"I know. I know what I did was wrong, I shouldv'e told you. I had to move away because of my career and- I didn't want you to wait for me-" His voice was hoarse and tone a million shades of anxious. Eyes staring into yours, searching for something you couldn't put a finger on. "I missed you- missed you so fucking much- But it felt so wrong to have you wait for me, i wasn't sure if i would come back and-" His voice cracked, breathing heavy, eyes holding the same guilty look as the one from before. Your hands gripped his in an attempt to comfort the man you loved so much, seeing him breakdown didn't help your feelings.

"Its alright, as long as you didn't move on." A bitter laugh escaped your dry throat.

He shifted forwards, tired eyes scanning your face for a look of disapproval as his large hands gripped the side of your waist, pulling you into his embrace. Warm breath fanning over the skin of your neck, a stark contrast to the freezing temperature of your surroundings. The thunder roared outside.

"Let me make it up to you."

A.n: Consider this some sort of vent or even a drabble. I need to work on my romance writing skills

#drabble #writeblr #angst #should i write this?

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