osohchoso

[osohchoso]

Sorry for the delay! I've been pretty busy the last two weeks.

But new update should be out sometime this week! 🫡

[osohchoso]

I’ve literally just been reading Shattered Ice! Love it! Love you 🥰 Re-read Blood and Chains too, I hope there can be an update soon but understand as you went through a hard time and took a well needed and deserved breather ❤️ It’s been so nice seeing you writing again and I hope you’re doing okay! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so so much!! 🥹🫶

I have definitely been doing a lot better lately! And I think getting back into writing helped more than I thought. A lot of my free time I've been writing because I've just been having so much fun with it! And I've been finding ways to manage my job with my hobbies too, which was stressful before.

Yes, I will eventually get back to Blood and Chains too! My focus has just been around Shattered Ice lately. Haha!

But Blood and Chains will always have a special spot in my heart. It was the first fic I ever uploaded 🥹❣️Maybe after these next few chapters of Shattered Ice, I'll write some of my other 🤔 I left off on a good spot

[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice

Chapter Seven- Surprise!

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Class list | Chapter 8 coming soon!

Content: college au, hockey au, lots of fluff!! big brother Choso, you're both down so bad, a bit of violence

“Let me know when you're here,” you send the text to Choso as you add the finishing touches to your outfit. He was lucky enough to manage some free time before tonight’s game, meaning he would be able to have lunch with you and his brothers, like he hoped for. You were nervous to meet them and make a good impression; the younger generation can be ruthless.

After Choso’s surprise visit, your week vastly improved. While the heartache is still present, it feels significantly less now. Every day is a little better than the last. It also helps that you finally blocked Toji’s number and deleted any remaining traces of him in your phone. Leaving him in the past and focusing solely on the man who has shown more support than you believed possible. 

Your friends have been great too. The night following your talk with Choso, you decided to share the story with your roommates as well. The three of you cleared all your plans that night, making it just for the girls. Sobbing over one too many glasses of wine, eating an absurd amount of snacks and watching every comfort movie on your list. 

You felt lucky to have so many that cared for you.

You pick up that perfume bottle they gifted to you, happy to have it back in your possession while trying not to think about the night you reclaimed it. You bathe your skin in the familiar scent, letting out a deep exhale. Choso should be here any minute.

A knock on your front door echoes throughout the dorm, almost as if your thoughts summoned him. Excited, you rush to the entrance, pulling the door wide open.

He stands on the other side, dark jeans and a black crewneck with red drippy letters that say ‘Piercing Blood’ across the chest. His hair styled in the most perfect matching spikes known to man, his cheeks sporting the faintest hint of color when he looks at you.

“I told you to text me, I could have just met you downstairs,” you roll your eyes as you bend slightly to slip into your shoes.

“I know,” he shrugs. His eyes lazily track your movements as you adjust your clothes and sling a purse over your shoulder.

“I’m ready,” you announce, closing the door behind you and locking up. He leads you down the stairs and outside to the parking lot. The two of you make your way to his car, which he yanks the passenger door open, ushering you inside. 

“Thanks,” you smile, sliding into the worn leather seat. He nods, slamming the door with enough force to shake the whole car.

You watch him walk around to the drivers side, taking note that he almost looks nervous. Was this a date? The thought quickly crosses your mind, but you push it away. There is no possible way it was, not when his three brothers would also be involved. 

Choso turns the key in the ignition, the engine stuttering as it protests, his lips a tight line of annoyance. For a moment, you thought the car was finally done for. The old piece of junk eventually gives in, roaring to life. Choso relaxes into his seat, backing out of his parking space.

“Sounds like you need a new car,” you let out a small laugh.

“Yeah…I do.” He sighs. “I wish I could afford one right now, cars are so expensive. Even the used ones.” You nod in agreement. “But she’s gotten me this far and I know there's still got quite a bit of life left, don’t doubt her too much.” He lets out a hearty laugh, one hand patting the top of the dashboard.

“So…where are we going?” You ask, glancing out the window and watching the college buildings pass by. 

“A small diner, it’s just outside of campus. Sukuna recommended it, it’s called Malevolent Kitchen. Sometimes we go there as a team after practice. They have the best burgers.” You hear his stomach growl at the mention of food. “But their other stuff is good too, and they serve breakfast all day if you're into that.”

“Sounds yummy,”

He wasn’t lying when he said it was close, just a quick drive off of university property, a left turn and there it was. A small white building with big windows, the restaurant name in bright red neon lights. It didn't appear busy at the moment either, only a few other cars in the lot. He parks the car and looks around.

“Looks like we are the first ones here.” He pulls his phone out to check his texts. “Eso’s last message said they were running a little behind, but they will probably be here soon.” He pockets the phone and turns his attention back to you. “Come on, let’s go grab a table.” You both exit the car and head in.

The diner was cute inside, resembling that retro aesthetic many similar places try to mimic. Checkered floors, teal walls and red leather booths. The front wall even had a few old-school arcade cabinets that appeared to be in excellent condition. Choso points to the large corner booth at the far end of the restaurant, plenty big enough for the five of you.

“After you,” he waves a hand toward the padded bench, allowing you to climb in first. Once you're comfortable, he sits on the end. His arm brushing against yours. His body felt stiff, his spine extended as he sat straight up, eyes constantly darting toward the entrance. His foot bouncing up and down, causing the table to shake with every movement. 

“Are you nervous?” You ask, he hums and nods, still watching the entrance. His nerves only made you feel even more anxious. What if his brothers don't like you? Would he decide he no longer liked you, too? “Are you worried they won’t like me?” You accidentally vocalize your fears out loud. He whips his head to face you, his pigtails swaying with the quick motion, eyes wide.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” He tries to disarm your anxious thoughts. “I have no doubt they will love you! It’s just…” he trails off, closing his eyes tightly.

“Just what Choso?” You urge him to continue.

“They can be a handful sometimes. I just know the three of them will find some way to embarrass me.” He sighs, looking at you with big brown orbs. 

A server walks over and interrupts the conversation, tossing a handful of menus onto the table. You grab one for yourself and scan the vast number of items the diner offers. Everything from gyros to pancakes. You notice how Choso doesn’t reach for a menu himself, his order probably memorized by the staff with his frequent visits. 

“What can I get you to drink?” The waitress asks, smacking her gum loudly.

“Cherry cola for me. Bring a kid's chocolate milk and two regular colas for the others, and whatever she would like.” Choso looks over at you, signaling your turn to speak up.

“Just a water is fine with me,” the brightly colored pictures of the menu catch your eyes, urging you to add one last request. “Oh! Can I also get a vanilla milkshake, please? With two straws?” You smile at Choso. The waitress nods and writes down the orders on her pad of paper, tossing the bright white braid over her shoulder as she walks away. 

“Oh? You decided to be nice and share with me?” Choso teases with a goofy smirk. 

“Maybe…or maybe I just want two straws for myself so I can drink it faster.” You stick your tongue out at him. He starts to laugh but it quickly dies out in a choke as he catches sight of something at the front entrance.

“God dammit,” he groans, hiding his face in his palms. “I told those idiots not to do this.” The front door swings open, your eyes dart in that direction while Choso chooses to not look up or acknowledge their presence. 

Three boys step inside the diner and look around for their older brother. You can hear the older of the two arguing loudly about whether they were at the wrong restaurant or not, clearly unable see him sitting next to you. This isn’t what is distressing Choso though. It’s what’s in their hands.

The oldest one is clutching strings that are attached to colorful balloons with one hand, the other holds a carefully wrapped box with a red ribbon. The middle brother has a plastic container of store-bought cupcakes and the smallest one was given the task of carrying a small envelope. 

“They never listen” Choso continues to mumble into his hand, the tips of his ears turning bright red and you're sure his face matched the shade if only you could see it.

“Choso! Choso!” The youngest one darted away from the others, spotting Choso next to you in the booth. A blur of pink hair as the child, no older than six, ran straight toward your table. “Happy birthday, big brother!” Though he is small, his voice sure was loud, getting the attention of the few other patrons in the restaurant, causing them to turn and look. 

Your jaw drops. His birthday! It finally dawns on you why his brothers made the trip out here, why Choso said they always visit this time of year. He failed to mention that very important detail. 

Choso can’t ignore them any longer, not after he was spotted. He slides out of the booth and scoops up the squealing child, holding him close. The other brothers trot over to join, wrapping their arms around him in a group hug.

“Happy birthday Choso!” they all cheer in unison. 

“I told you guys not to do this,” Choso murmurs under his breath, his whole face bright red. He glances over at you with an apologetic look. Whether he was sorry for not telling you or sorry you had to witness his brothers causing a scene remains unknown. When the brothers release him, he turns his whole body to face you.

“Y/N, these are my brothers: Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” He introduces them in order of oldest to youngest, setting Yuji back on the ground once he says his name. He turns to face the three of them, waving a hand to where you sit in the booth. “This is my…friend, Y/N”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eso nods in your direction. Though he was just a few years younger than Choso, he was slightly taller. Even with the long-sleeved shirt covering his body, you could tell he was muscular, making you wonder if he also played sports to follow in his big brother's footsteps. Two pairs of piercings adorn each eyebrow, a dark brown tuft of hair atop his head and skin several shades darker than Choso’s.

“Choso has told us a lot about you,” Kechizu smiles, throwing a teasing look toward Choso. The middle of the three was significantly shorter than Choso and Eso, but you remember that he is only a high school freshman and likely has a lot more growing to do. His hair was dyed an artificial teal color, with thick bangs that covered his eyes. He must have just entered his emo phase, you think to yourself. He also had light freckles on his pale cheeks, and when his mouth opened, you would catch a glimpse of a slight gap between his top front two teeth. 

“Hi! I’m Yuji!” The youngest boy introduces himself. His happy energy is infectious; just looking at him makes you smile. 

“Great, now that we are all acquainted with each other, let's sit, calm down, and act normal.” His eyes quickly shift in the direction of another couple in the diner who was still watching your noisy corner. 

Eso and Kechizu nod, tying the balloons to the table leg, then setting the preset and cupcakes on top of the surface before filing into the other side of the booth. Yuji, however, tosses the envelope he was holding on the table and hops into the spot next to you, essentially stealing Choso’s seat.

“Yuji…” Choso frowns, not happy that his little brother claimed the spot next to you.

“It’s fine Choso,” you assure him, ruffling the strawberry hair of the littlest brother. “I don’t mind.” Choso is unable to hide his pout, looking at you as if you just told him Yuji was your new favorite.

He can’t accept this defeat, so he lifts Yuji from the booth and sits down beside you, letting his brother sit on top of his lap. Both boys happy to be next to you now. 

“You're really pretty, just like he told me!” The young boy announces, eyes shining as he looks up at you. Choso quickly looks away, his face heating up from embarrassment yet again. You can faintly hear him muttering to himself about not being able to survive today.

“Thank you Yuji!” You giggle, enjoying Choso’s flustered reaction. 

When Choso finally calms his beating heart, he turns to look at you again. Being met with your jokingly disapproving stare, your eyes narrowed at him.

“What's that look for?” He scoffs.

“When were you going to tell me that today is your birthday!?” You nudge his shoulder with your own.

“Preferably never” he mumbles under his breath, glaring over to Eso and Kechizu across the table. Thanks to them, his cover was blown completely. 

“Big bro has never liked his birthday,” Kechizu speaks up.

“Why not?”

“I don't like the attention,” Choso grumbles. “Everyone looking at you, expecting you to act a certain way. It just makes me so anxious” he pouts, resting his chin on top of Yuji's soft pink hair.

“Sorry,” Eso sounds a little guilty. “We didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but you always go above and beyond for all of our birthdays, we wanted to surprise you”

“I know,” Choso sighs. “I know you didn't mean to. I'm not mad, I love you guys.” Choso’s smile returns. “Thanks for coming up here today, I'm so grateful I could see you all on my birthday.” 

The waitress returns and passes the drinks out to each of you, placing the milkshake with two pink paper straws between you and Choso. She writes down your food orders before disappearing yet again.

You lean forward to sip the milkshake, but Choso had the same idea. Both your noses bumping together as your lips meet the straws.

“Sorry,” he pulls away hesitantly. 

“No go ahead, it's your birthday after all,” he nods and leans forward to take a sip. “I wish you would have told me though!” You pout as you continue to speak.

“I'm sorry” he sighs, his lips releasing the straw, a fleck of whipped cream sticking to the tip of his nose. “I really am, I didn't mean to keep it a secret.” His knee purposefully bumps yours under the table.

“I forgive you…for now” you tease, wiping the mess from his face with your napkin. Across the table, Kechizu is making loud gagging noises at you two. Choso rolls his eyes.

Time is passed waiting for the food by learning about each of them individually. Eso does in fact play sports, football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Kechizu, on the other hand, is really good at art. You can see the pride in Choso’s eyes as his younger brother shows off his recent projects to you. 

“And I start t-ball this year!” Yuji announced.

“Is that so?” Choso smiles, messing up his baby brother’s hair.

“Will you come to my games? WIll you help me practice!? Will you bring her too?” Yuji bombards Choso with questions.

“We will see,” Choso laughs as he catches a glimpse of your smile, a low rumble in his chest. 

While all the brothers vary drastically in looks and personality, you still catch sight of the small details of Choso rubbed off on each one. It’s clear how much they look up to him, a product of how he helped nurture them during their childhood. During his own childhood even. Choso has always been by their side, caring for them even as he struggled with his own youth.

The way his brothers look at him across the table let you know just how much they appreciate him. The bond between these boys makes your heart feel so full. Losing your parents at such a young age must have been so hard for them, but at least they had each other through it all. 

Choso was right about this place, the food was delicious. You had never seen him devour anything so fast, it's almost like he inhaled the burger. Not a single bite left behind. You also watched how he pretended not to notice when Yuji’s little fingers would swipe fries off his plate.

You lean back in the booth, feeling utterly stuffed. But just when you thought you couldn’t handle another bite, Kechizu begins to pass cupcakes out.

“I’m so full,” You goran loudly. 

“Aww come on, just a little cupcake. If you can’t finish it, I will.” Choso teases, already unwrapping his own and taking a large bite. You sigh, deciding to appease him and try to enjoy his birthday treat. Your teeth sink in, the flavors bathing your taste buds.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes your teeth ache almost immediately. Rich red velvet with a thick dollop of cream cheese frosting. One bite is all you think your stomach can handle, setting the cupcake back down on the wrapper. 

“I can’t” You groan, giving up in defeat. 

“Give it to me,” Choso mumbles as he finishes his last bite, crumbs and frosting clinging to his cheek. You grab what remains of your cupcake and raise it to Choso’s lips, he doesn't hesitate to lean closer and take the remaining cake in his mouth, his lips gently brushing against the tips of your fingers. With eyes shut, he hums happily as he enjoys the overly sweet dessert. 

“You're such a messy eater,” you whisper, rolling your eyes as your thumb wipes the remnants from his skin. He slightly leans into your touch, letting out a low hum in agreement.

After his cake, Choso opens the card Yuji was holding earlier. It was just a simple store-bought card with a crisp twenty-dollar bill from their grandpa sitting inside. But Yuji took liberty in decorating it, drawing a picture of all four brothers together. 

“Is this me?” Choso asks, pointing to the purple stick figure with scribbled spikes for hair. 

Yes!” Yuji beams, clearly proud of his work. You notice Choso’s eyes start to get a bit glossy, looking from Yuji and back to the drawing again. 

“We got you this, too,” Eso slides the wrapped box across the table. Choso stared down at the present. “Kechizu and I did some work around the neighborhood the past few months to get you this.” Both boys smile at their older brother.

“You guys…you didn’t have to...” Choso pouts, his fingers carefully pulling the ribbon off. Gingerly tearing the wrapping paper from the cardboard box before opening the top, his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on the gift inside.

He holds up a vinyl, you recognize it as Piercing Blood’s newest album, it only came out last Friday. Choso sent you the link the second it was released, which you immediately listened to so you could talk about it with him all night. The cover is matte black with a glossy red arrow cutting through the band’s name. But the silver ink gets your attention, signatures from all the band members.

“I can’t thank you enough, this is so amazing,” Choso’s voice is hoarse, barely restrained tears clinging to his bottom lashes. “How did you two even afford this?” He sounds almost worried, unworthy of the gift.

“Don’t worry about it, happy birthday big brother,” Eso smiles. Kechizu and Yuji echo their own happy birthdays as well. 

“Can I go play that game!” Yuji points to the arcade cabinet across the restaurant, interrupting the emotional moment. 

“Not right now, Yuji” Choso begins to say, you can see the defeated look in the younger brother’s eyes.

“It’s ok Choso, I can go play with him” You offer, Yuji’s grin immediately widening and looking up at his brother with pleading eyes. Choso opens his mouth, almost looking like he’s about to decline your offer. His mind battling between keeping you both as close as possible and wanting to prove he trusts you with Yuji.

“Okay,” he finally nods. Sliding out of the booth so you and Yuji can walk over to the arcade corner. He continues to stand as you both walk away, only sitting back down when he is sure you were in front of the games.

“Let’s play this one!” Yuji shouts, pointing to the two-player fighting game. You nod, helping him climb onto the high-top stool before sitting on the one next to him. You drop a few quarters into the machine, taking you both to a character select screen. 

You decide to take it easy on him, he is just a kid after all. And what would Choso think if his baby brother ran back to the table crying because you showed him no mercy. Your strategy was simple: jump around a bit, face the wrong way when you kicked, purposefully let his attacks land. Just show him a good time.

Oh how wrong you were.

Yuji was faster, he hit harder. He was able to figure out combo attacks you have never even seen before. You stare at the screen, jaw dropped as the K.O. flashes brightly. 

“I win!” he gloats.

“Oh you're so on now,” you taunt back, really getting into game mode now.

You aren’t sure how many rounds the two of you played. You won a few, but he seemed to come out victorious time and time again. Both of you were having a great time, you didn’t think it would be this much fun playing games with a six year old. 

“How is he?” Choso’s voice catches your attention from across the restaurant. Looking over your shoulder, you see him still sitting with his other brothers at the table. The waitress comes by with the bill, placing it face down. Choso turns it over, winces slightly and pulls out the cash from the card before grabbing some extra bills from his wallet.

“Pay attention!” Yuji snaps at you as he lands blow after blow on your character. You attempt to play but you can't help overhearing their conversation.

“Ok…but not great,” Eso responds. 

“He wanted to come today too,” Kechizu adds sadly. “But he's been so weak lately, so frail.”

“Plus, being around so many people wouldn’t be good either, he’s been getting sick a lot more.” Eso continues. “He’s been spending a lot of time in bed, eating less, and lots of doctor’s visits.”

“I hope I can make it home for Christmas this year, I want to see him before–” Choso’s worried voice is drowned out by Yuji’s excited squeal next to you. He beat you again, easily as you were only half paying attention.

“Okay, I think that's enough games for one day.” You announce, attempting to stand up. Yuji’s small hand wraps around your sleeve, tugging at you as he says your name quietly. “What is it?” You ask, leaning your head close to his so he can whisper.

“Um…do you like my brother? Like, do you like like him?” He whispers, an almost hopeful gleam in his brown eyes. His question throws you off guard, but just like Choso, this kid proves to be extra perceptive. 

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask back, watching as he nods up and down enthusiastically, even though you don’t believe him one bit. “I do.” His smile widens.

“I think he likes you too”

“What are you two whispering about?” Choso asks, skeptical, narrowing his eyes as he approaches. Eso and Kechizu following close behind.

“Oooh nothing,” you tease, throwing a look at Yuji who giggles in return. 

“We should get going, I need to head back and prepare for the game later,” Choso continues. You and Yuji slide off the stool before joining Choso at his side. He leads the group out into the parking lot to where his car is parked, carefully securing the present, card and balloons in the back seat.  

“It was nice meeting you! Will we see you at the game later?” Eso asks, Kechizu leaning on the side of Choso’s car. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Before leaving, the brothers give Choso one last hug. You can hear his hushed murmurs of thanks before they depart. Eso and Kechizu walk off toward the white truck he drove, borrowed from their grandfather. Yuji pauses, giving you a hug too before scurrying off to join his brothers.

You and Choso both settle into the seats of his car, sitting in silence for a moment as he starts the engine. He extends his arm and rests it on your seat, head turning to look out the back as he reverses out of the parking space and drives out to the main road.

“Seems like my brothers liked you, especially Yuji.” he comments as he faces forward.

“I liked them too, all of them.” You admit sincerely with a smile. “Thank you for taking me today…and for buying my lunch, I could have paid for my own meal.”

“It's nothing, I asked you to come along anyways.” 

“You shouldn’t have to pay, it’s your birthday after all!” You pause. “God Choso, I didn’t even get you a present! Here I was sitting at lunch with your brothers, who all brought something for you, and I came empty handed like a jerk.”

“You're not a jerk,” he laughs to himself, unable to control the smile on his face. “And you don’t have to get me anything, I just enjoy spending time with you. That's all I want for my birthday anyway.”

You open your mouth to protest, but stop as you feel the rapid succession of vibrations in your pocket. You quickly check the messages, confused by the unknown number spam texting you. Your brows pinched together as you read them.

Unknown #: Hey!!

Unknown #: Y/N??

Unknown #: You there? 

Unknown #: Sorry, I got your number from Shoko. Hope that’s ok!!

Unknown #: It’s Yuki!

Oh! Yuki! You've hung out with her a few times, but she was more of Shoko’s friend than yours. You weren’t exactly sure why she would message you out of the blue like this.

You: Hey! What’s up?

Yuki: Hi! I just wanted to see if Choso mentioned the party to you tonight?

You: No? What party? 

You: After party for tonight’s game?

Yuki: Of course he didn't…

Yuki: Yeah, it’s at the hockey house, its kinda for Choso too

Yuki: He mentioned to me that no one has ever thrown him a party before

You try not to feel offended that other people, especially another girl, knew it was Choso’s birthday today, and you didn’t. You try to tell yourself that it’s because they are teammates, they have known each other longer. But it still kind of stings.

You: Does he want a party?

Yuki: Suguru and I asked him and he told us to ‘do whatever’

“Choso?” You speak up, he turns to look at you for a brief second before turning back to the road. Just enough to let you know you have his attention. “Why didn’t you tell me about the party at your place tonight?” He groans the second the word party leaves your lips.

“Because I didn’t want to go.”

“But what if I came with you? Think about it, we could recreate the night we first met…but I won't get as drunk this time.” He considers your offer, chewing his bottom lip.

“Deal” he pulls the car into the parking lot outside your dorm. “Just promise you won’t wake up and forget my name this time.”

“I promise.” You laugh, sending Yuki a follow up text letting her know you will be there tonight. You reach for the door handle to exit the car.

“Wait,” Choso stops you. “I have something for you.”

“Cho, you're supposed to receive presents on your birthday, not the other way around.”

“It’s not like that,” He laughs, reaching for a paper bag in the back seat, setting it in your lap. You reach in and your hands feel some kind of thick cloth inside. You grab it and lift it out, navy with red accents. A shirt you assume. Unfolding it, you see the KU Curses logo on the front, and when you flip it around, you're met with a big 07 and KAMO in bold letters. You look at him, wide-eyed, as you set it back down in your lap, clenching your fists around the fabric.

“It’s clean, I promise!” He teases. “But it’s supposed to be good luck when someone wears your jersey to a game. And I want my good luck charm to be extra lucky tonight.” He reaches one hand forward and wraps it around your fist, softly gripping both you and the jersey below. “Would you wear this for me?” He looks deeply into your eyes.

“Anything for you, birthday boy.”

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You looked damn good in his jersey, even with how big it was due to the absence of gear underneath. Hidden out of sight instead is your favorite matching pair of bra and panties…just in case. You walk happily up to the arena, Shoko, Utahime and Satoru trailing behind.

“What's got you all happy today?” Satoru teases, locking his arm with yours as the two of you skip along the sidewalk. Both of you almost matching, your back proudly showing off KAMO while his says GETO.

“Not much, just having a really good day today.” Nothing has been able to wipe the smile off your face since Choso dropped you off, your cheeks were even starting to hurt.

“Your date with your boyfriend went well, I take it?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and it wasn’t a date.” You correct him for the 4th time today. 

“Right, right. Just meeting his family…totally not a big deal. Totally not boyfriend-girlfriend activities.” You both stop, he grasps both sides of your arms as he locks eyes with you through his dark shades. “And giving you his jersey to wear tonight, that's something casual friends do too, isn’t it?” You bite your lip, unable to think up a witty retort. Unsure what you and Choso even are at this point. Caught in limbo between friends and dating.

“Give it a rest, Gojo,” Utahime sighs as her and Shoko catch up to you. Satoru turns to her and scrunches his face into an exaggerated frown at her scolding.

“Come on, I’m just teasing her. She acted the same way before me and Suguru first got together.” It’s true, you teased him nonstop until he finally admitted he did have feelings for him. In the end he thinks it helped, without you pushing him slightly out of his comfort zone to explore the connection, they may have never gotten together in the first place.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” Shoko asks, leaning her shoulder into yours as she watches the opposing team unload from their buses. 

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” It seemed like an odd question until you recognized the other team’s logo, the two pronged blade you've seen so many times on Toji’s gear. Your heart beats a little faster, you didn’t think the curses and assassins would face off again so soon.

You feel a soft hand lace with yours, giving your sweaty palm a tight squeeze. 

“We are here for you this time,” Shoko promises, holding your hand and not letting go. “All of us.” Utahime places a hand on your opposite shoulder while Satoru nods in front of you, his glasses hiding his genuine concern in his eyes. You take a deep breath to steady your emotions.

“I’ll be okay,” You announce, and you actually believe it. This time you won’t be alone. You're surrounded by so many people who care for you, who will never let you face him alone again if they can help it.

“Hey! Over here!” Another male voice calls to you, you scan the crowd looking for the person calling your name. You spot the tan hand of Eso, waving at your group. Kechizu stands in front of him, holding Yuji’s hand. You wave back, beckoning your friends to follow.

“Hey guys! These are my friends Satoru, Shoko and Utahime.” You motion to each one as you introduce them. “These are Choso’s younger brothers Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” The group begins to split into several small conversations, Yuji sticking close to you as he fills you in on what the brothers did in the few hours since seeing you last.

Choso walks out of the arena, hair soft and loose, the slight breeze tousling it as he joins the big group. After dropping his gear off in the locker room, he had expected to meet up with his brothers for a quick second before changing and stretching. He was pleasantly surprised to see you had joined up with them yet again.

“Hey,” his voice startles you as he announces his presence. You spin around to face him. He almost seems like he's glowing, his smile lighting up his whole face, just as gleeful as you after today’s shared lunch. His eyes scan you up and down for a quick moment, voice dropping down an octave. “You look…really good.”

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” You smirk, you expect him to get flustered, but you're only met with his new found confidence. 

“Yeah…I do.” His husky voice makes your whole body feel warm. Your throat goes dry as you look at his perfect lips, watching as his grin only grows wider when he realizes where you are staring. God, how you want to feel them pressed against your own. 

The brothers interrupt the quiet moment the two of you shared, stealing Choso’s attention away. The next few minutes you watch them gush about how excited they are for tonight’s game, Yuji attempting to give his big brother a pep talk as if he were the coach. Choso played along too, nodding and saying ‘yes sir’.

“I have to go now,” he announces, patting the heads of his two youngest brothers. “And you should probably go snag some good seats before the rest of the crowd gets here.” Yuji looks alarmed, reaching for Kechizu’s hand again.

“Let's go! I want to sit by the goal!” He drags him toward the entrance. “And we need enough seats for Y/N and her friends too!” Choso watches the two race inside before turning back to you. 

“See you inside,” Eso smiles at you and your friends before following the younger boys.

“Good luck,” you murmur as you wrap your arms behind Choso’s waist, pressing your body up against his. Your touch doesn’t seem to make him hesitate anymore, instead, he wants to fuel it. One of his hands resting on your low back while the other cups your cheek, dragging his calloused thumb across your cheekbone as he looks directly into your eyes with a mixture of affection and barely hidden lust. 

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! Your whole body is screaming so loud you wonder if he could hear it.

But he never does.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, but I really do need to go and get ready.” He sighs, leaning forward slightly until his forehead rests against yours for a brief moment before slowly releasing his grip. 

“I know,” You weren't ready to let go just yet, still holding him to you tightly. Leaning forward, you decide to send him off with one last parting gift. Your lips meet the skin of his cheek, lingering long enough to feel him grow warm underneath. You finally release him, backing up. “See you after the game.”

He doesn't respond, just smiles as he presses a hand to the spot you pecked before turning back towards the building, a spring in his step.

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Yuji wiggles in your lap trying to get a better view of his older brother. The puck skirts across the ice and, as if it were instinctual, the goalie drops to a crouch, the puck coming to a stop as it meets Choso’s thick leg pads.

As the buzzer sounds, a mix of cheers for the home team and boos from the opposing team echoes through the arena. The game was tied, it has been close all night. Only six minutes remain, it could be anyone's game.

Choso looks over to where you, your friends and his family sat. Yuji and Kechizu were able to find the perfect seats, right beside the goal. He lifts up the helmet and flashes a cocky smile your way before grabbing the water bottle on top of the goals netting.

“Choso is so cool! He's the best!” Yuji continues to praise his big brother. 

“He is the best,” you respond, unable to take your eyes off him. You see a blur of deep purple and white, one of the opposing team members, circling around him and the goal he protects. Choso immediately goes stiff, his eyes snapping to the other player before he skates off to take his place around the center circle on the ice.

“What was that about?” Satoru leaned over to whisper.

“You noticed too?” You thought maybe you just imagined Choso tensing up, but something seems off. Your eyes track the player and scan his jersey, the big 66 grabbing your attention. Toji.

“Oh no…this can't be good,” you say under your breath.

The puck drops and sticks clash as the next play commences. There was a lot of back and forth between the two battling teams until the puck was taken by the opposing team. Suguru races after them, hot on their heels but the enemy passes it to another. To Toji, who is farther from the scuffle and closer to the home goal. 

With the puck now at his stick, Toji swings, putting all his strength behind it to send it soaring. Choso does not react in time, the puck flying straight past his side and into the net. Loud buzzer and flashing lights alert the stands of the away team's victory, bringing the opposing team up by one point. 

You can tell Choso is upset right now, the grip on his stick tightening slightly. But it doesn't help that Toji is circling him again, taunting him. Even with how close you are, you couldn't hear what they were saying with all the commotion.

“Whatever that guy is doing…is really getting to him,” Eso leans in from your other side. Toji buzzed around him like a pest while Choso stood still, his head tracking every movement, watching him like a predator.

A sharp crack echos around the arena, Choso threw his stick down to the ice. He sheds his gloves and rips his helmet off too before racing after Toji.

“What!” You gasp loudly. In all the games you’ve been too, he has never been caught up in a fight. Always the calm and collected goalie who thinks over every move he makes. Countless failed saves and taunts from opposing players, he has never reacted like this.

Toji sees him coming, almost like he was waiting for it to happen, throwing his own stick and gloves aside as he prepares for the inevitable. One of Choso’s hands grabs a fist full of his jersey and yanks him forward, pulling Toji’s face straight into the path of his fist, knocking the helmet clean off his head. A wicked grin curls on Toij’s lips.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, the crowd drowning out your voice as they break off in cheers and cowbells to urge the fight on. Both the home and away team players rush for the fight, surrounding them in a circle as they yell. The cameras zoom in on the two players, casting close-ups of the fight to the large screens above the rink. Toji mirrors Choso, grabbing onto him as he throws a few punches into his heavily padded body before delivering one to his cheek. This seems to only fuel Choso further, the two continuing to exchange blows.

Your hands fly to cover Yuji’s eyes. He doesn’t need to watch his brother go for the throat of another player, does not need to see the person he looks up to get hit over and over again.

“Move your hands! I can't see!” Yuji protests, his smaller hands attempting to pull yours away from his face. Yet you don’t budge.

Toji lands a solid right hook to his jaw, Choso slightly recoiling from the force. He’s had enough. Lost in some sort of rage, he slams Toji to the ice, falling to his knees on top of him. He pulls his arm back, gearing up for another blow now that he has him pinned beneath him.

The ref grabs his arm, finally putting a stop to their brawl. They help Choso and Toji to their feet, putting some distance between the two. Both boy’s dark hairs are slicked to their face, a trickle of blood running from Choso’s nose. He turns his head, spitting onto the ice, staining it red.

“Kamo, penalty box!”

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A/N: this chapter turned out so big...I decided to split it in 2 haha.

[osohchoso]

Just a silly collection of TikToks I've come across while writing Shattered Ice. Will add more as I find them. I hope all the links work ENJOY! Shattered Ice Chapter Index | Class List

@ Lets_go_KU

The team to Choso after a game goalie appreciation Choso vs Toji: One Two

@ BL00D_3DG3 (Choso)

showing off during warmups with Y/N watching teaching Yuji: One Two lost puck being silly Choso highlight reel One Two More warmups Choso to Toji

@ one.and.only.YN (You)

watching Choso: One Two

@ PerfectMahi (Mahito)

Freshman Mahito and Haruta messing around

@ YukiTsu (Yuki)

Yuki and Choso during stretches (Choso is the left)

@ SpecialGradeGeto (Suguru)

Satoru packed him snacks

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[osohchoso]

Hello!! I just wanted to say that your shattered ice series is genuinely so great and I’m completely enthralled in it!! I’m in my twenties now and I think I haven’t kept up with an ongoing fic since my teen years in high school 😭😭 but your fic is just so good I keep checking to see when an update is out!! I just wanna say thank you for your hard work 💕!!! Can’t wait for the next chapter !!

Thank you so much Anon!! :')

It really means a lot to me that so many of you read and enjoy my work 🥹🫶 I giggle and kick my feet everytime someone leaves me a comment or ask ❣️

Kinda silly, but I feel like I completely skipped the fanfic phase as a teen so now I'm making up for lost time as an adult by both reading and writing LOL!!

I'm really excited for the next few chapters! Back when I first planned my outline, this is the part I've been most excited to write 🙂‍↕️

[osohchoso]

previous anon here! would love to see those shattered ice tiktoks u mentioned 👉👈

Ahh yes ofc!

I'm gonna get started and make a post later 🥰

[osohchoso]

I've been watching so many hockey tiktoks while writing that I'm debating on linking a few that gave me Shattered Ice vibes 😆

[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice

Chapter Seven- Surprise!

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Class list | Chapter 8 coming soon!

Content: college au, hockey au, lots of fluff!! big brother Choso, you're both down so bad, a bit of violence

“Let me know when you're here,” you send the text to Choso as you add the finishing touches to your outfit. He was lucky enough to manage some free time before tonight’s game, meaning he would be able to have lunch with you and his brothers, like he hoped for. You were nervous to meet them and make a good impression; the younger generation can be ruthless.

After Choso’s surprise visit, your week vastly improved. While the heartache is still present, it feels significantly less now. Every day is a little better than the last. It also helps that you finally blocked Toji’s number and deleted any remaining traces of him in your phone. Leaving him in the past and focusing solely on the man who has shown more support than you believed possible. 

Your friends have been great too. The night following your talk with Choso, you decided to share the story with your roommates as well. The three of you cleared all your plans that night, making it just for the girls. Sobbing over one too many glasses of wine, eating an absurd amount of snacks and watching every comfort movie on your list. 

You felt lucky to have so many that cared for you.

You pick up that perfume bottle they gifted to you, happy to have it back in your possession while trying not to think about the night you reclaimed it. You bathe your skin in the familiar scent, letting out a deep exhale. Choso should be here any minute.

A knock on your front door echoes throughout the dorm, almost as if your thoughts summoned him. Excited, you rush to the entrance, pulling the door wide open.

He stands on the other side, dark jeans and a black crewneck with red drippy letters that say ‘Piercing Blood’ across the chest. His hair styled in the most perfect matching spikes known to man, his cheeks sporting the faintest hint of color when he looks at you.

“I told you to text me, I could have just met you downstairs,” you roll your eyes as you bend slightly to slip into your shoes.

“I know,” he shrugs. His eyes lazily track your movements as you adjust your clothes and sling a purse over your shoulder.

“I’m ready,” you announce, closing the door behind you and locking up. He leads you down the stairs and outside to the parking lot. The two of you make your way to his car, which he yanks the passenger door open, ushering you inside. 

“Thanks,” you smile, sliding into the worn leather seat. He nods, slamming the door with enough force to shake the whole car.

You watch him walk around to the drivers side, taking note that he almost looks nervous. Was this a date? The thought quickly crosses your mind, but you push it away. There is no possible way it was, not when his three brothers would also be involved. 

Choso turns the key in the ignition, the engine stuttering as it protests, his lips a tight line of annoyance. For a moment, you thought the car was finally done for. The old piece of junk eventually gives in, roaring to life. Choso relaxes into his seat, backing out of his parking space.

“Sounds like you need a new car,” you let out a small laugh.

“Yeah…I do.” He sighs. “I wish I could afford one right now, cars are so expensive. Even the used ones.” You nod in agreement. “But she’s gotten me this far and I know there's still got quite a bit of life left, don’t doubt her too much.” He lets out a hearty laugh, one hand patting the top of the dashboard.

“So…where are we going?” You ask, glancing out the window and watching the college buildings pass by. 

“A small diner, it’s just outside of campus. Sukuna recommended it, it’s called Malevolent Kitchen. Sometimes we go there as a team after practice. They have the best burgers.” You hear his stomach growl at the mention of food. “But their other stuff is good too, and they serve breakfast all day if you're into that.”

“Sounds yummy,”

He wasn’t lying when he said it was close, just a quick drive off of university property, a left turn and there it was. A small white building with big windows, the restaurant name in bright red neon lights. It didn't appear busy at the moment either, only a few other cars in the lot. He parks the car and looks around.

“Looks like we are the first ones here.” He pulls his phone out to check his texts. “Eso’s last message said they were running a little behind, but they will probably be here soon.” He pockets the phone and turns his attention back to you. “Come on, let’s go grab a table.” You both exit the car and head in.

The diner was cute inside, resembling that retro aesthetic many similar places try to mimic. Checkered floors, teal walls and red leather booths. The front wall even had a few old-school arcade cabinets that appeared to be in excellent condition. Choso points to the large corner booth at the far end of the restaurant, plenty big enough for the five of you.

“After you,” he waves a hand toward the padded bench, allowing you to climb in first. Once you're comfortable, he sits on the end. His arm brushing against yours. His body felt stiff, his spine extended as he sat straight up, eyes constantly darting toward the entrance. His foot bouncing up and down, causing the table to shake with every movement. 

“Are you nervous?” You ask, he hums and nods, still watching the entrance. His nerves only made you feel even more anxious. What if his brothers don't like you? Would he decide he no longer liked you, too? “Are you worried they won’t like me?” You accidentally vocalize your fears out loud. He whips his head to face you, his pigtails swaying with the quick motion, eyes wide.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” He tries to disarm your anxious thoughts. “I have no doubt they will love you! It’s just…” he trails off, closing his eyes tightly.

“Just what Choso?” You urge him to continue.

“They can be a handful sometimes. I just know the three of them will find some way to embarrass me.” He sighs, looking at you with big brown orbs. 

A server walks over and interrupts the conversation, tossing a handful of menus onto the table. You grab one for yourself and scan the vast number of items the diner offers. Everything from gyros to pancakes. You notice how Choso doesn’t reach for a menu himself, his order probably memorized by the staff with his frequent visits. 

“What can I get you to drink?” The waitress asks, smacking her gum loudly.

“Cherry cola for me. Bring a kid's chocolate milk and two regular colas for the others, and whatever she would like.” Choso looks over at you, signaling your turn to speak up.

“Just a water is fine with me,” the brightly colored pictures of the menu catch your eyes, urging you to add one last request. “Oh! Can I also get a vanilla milkshake, please? With two straws?” You smile at Choso. The waitress nods and writes down the orders on her pad of paper, tossing the bright white braid over her shoulder as she walks away. 

“Oh? You decided to be nice and share with me?” Choso teases with a goofy smirk. 

“Maybe…or maybe I just want two straws for myself so I can drink it faster.” You stick your tongue out at him. He starts to laugh but it quickly dies out in a choke as he catches sight of something at the front entrance.

“God dammit,” he groans, hiding his face in his palms. “I told those idiots not to do this.” The front door swings open, your eyes dart in that direction while Choso chooses to not look up or acknowledge their presence. 

Three boys step inside the diner and look around for their older brother. You can hear the older of the two arguing loudly about whether they were at the wrong restaurant or not, clearly unable see him sitting next to you. This isn’t what is distressing Choso though. It’s what’s in their hands.

The oldest one is clutching strings that are attached to colorful balloons with one hand, the other holds a carefully wrapped box with a red ribbon. The middle brother has a plastic container of store-bought cupcakes and the smallest one was given the task of carrying a small envelope. 

“They never listen” Choso continues to mumble into his hand, the tips of his ears turning bright red and you're sure his face matched the shade if only you could see it.

“Choso! Choso!” The youngest one darted away from the others, spotting Choso next to you in the booth. A blur of pink hair as the child, no older than six, ran straight toward your table. “Happy birthday, big brother!” Though he is small, his voice sure was loud, getting the attention of the few other patrons in the restaurant, causing them to turn and look. 

Your jaw drops. His birthday! It finally dawns on you why his brothers made the trip out here, why Choso said they always visit this time of year. He failed to mention that very important detail. 

Choso can’t ignore them any longer, not after he was spotted. He slides out of the booth and scoops up the squealing child, holding him close. The other brothers trot over to join, wrapping their arms around him in a group hug.

“Happy birthday Choso!” they all cheer in unison. 

“I told you guys not to do this,” Choso murmurs under his breath, his whole face bright red. He glances over at you with an apologetic look. Whether he was sorry for not telling you or sorry you had to witness his brothers causing a scene remains unknown. When the brothers release him, he turns his whole body to face you.

“Y/N, these are my brothers: Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” He introduces them in order of oldest to youngest, setting Yuji back on the ground once he says his name. He turns to face the three of them, waving a hand to where you sit in the booth. “This is my…friend, Y/N”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eso nods in your direction. Though he was just a few years younger than Choso, he was slightly taller. Even with the long-sleeved shirt covering his body, you could tell he was muscular, making you wonder if he also played sports to follow in his big brother's footsteps. Two pairs of piercings adorn each eyebrow, a dark brown tuft of hair atop his head and skin several shades darker than Choso’s.

“Choso has told us a lot about you,” Kechizu smiles, throwing a teasing look toward Choso. The middle of the three was significantly shorter than Choso and Eso, but you remember that he is only a high school freshman and likely has a lot more growing to do. His hair was dyed an artificial teal color, with thick bangs that covered his eyes. He must have just entered his emo phase, you think to yourself. He also had light freckles on his pale cheeks, and when his mouth opened, you would catch a glimpse of a slight gap between his top front two teeth. 

“Hi! I’m Yuji!” The youngest boy introduces himself. His happy energy is infectious; just looking at him makes you smile. 

“Great, now that we are all acquainted with each other, let's sit, calm down, and act normal.” His eyes quickly shift in the direction of another couple in the diner who was still watching your noisy corner. 

Eso and Kechizu nod, tying the balloons to the table leg, then setting the preset and cupcakes on top of the surface before filing into the other side of the booth. Yuji, however, tosses the envelope he was holding on the table and hops into the spot next to you, essentially stealing Choso’s seat.

“Yuji…” Choso frowns, not happy that his little brother claimed the spot next to you.

“It’s fine Choso,” you assure him, ruffling the strawberry hair of the littlest brother. “I don’t mind.” Choso is unable to hide his pout, looking at you as if you just told him Yuji was your new favorite.

He can’t accept this defeat, so he lifts Yuji from the booth and sits down beside you, letting his brother sit on top of his lap. Both boys happy to be next to you now. 

“You're really pretty, just like he told me!” The young boy announces, eyes shining as he looks up at you. Choso quickly looks away, his face heating up from embarrassment yet again. You can faintly hear him muttering to himself about not being able to survive today.

“Thank you Yuji!” You giggle, enjoying Choso’s flustered reaction. 

When Choso finally calms his beating heart, he turns to look at you again. Being met with your jokingly disapproving stare, your eyes narrowed at him.

“What's that look for?” He scoffs.

“When were you going to tell me that today is your birthday!?” You nudge his shoulder with your own.

“Preferably never” he mumbles under his breath, glaring over to Eso and Kechizu across the table. Thanks to them, his cover was blown completely. 

“Big bro has never liked his birthday,” Kechizu speaks up.

“Why not?”

“I don't like the attention,” Choso grumbles. “Everyone looking at you, expecting you to act a certain way. It just makes me so anxious” he pouts, resting his chin on top of Yuji's soft pink hair.

“Sorry,” Eso sounds a little guilty. “We didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but you always go above and beyond for all of our birthdays, we wanted to surprise you”

“I know,” Choso sighs. “I know you didn't mean to. I'm not mad, I love you guys.” Choso’s smile returns. “Thanks for coming up here today, I'm so grateful I could see you all on my birthday.” 

The waitress returns and passes the drinks out to each of you, placing the milkshake with two pink paper straws between you and Choso. She writes down your food orders before disappearing yet again.

You lean forward to sip the milkshake, but Choso had the same idea. Both your noses bumping together as your lips meet the straws.

“Sorry,” he pulls away hesitantly. 

“No go ahead, it's your birthday after all,” he nods and leans forward to take a sip. “I wish you would have told me though!” You pout as you continue to speak.

“I'm sorry” he sighs, his lips releasing the straw, a fleck of whipped cream sticking to the tip of his nose. “I really am, I didn't mean to keep it a secret.” His knee purposefully bumps yours under the table.

“I forgive you…for now” you tease, wiping the mess from his face with your napkin. Across the table, Kechizu is making loud gagging noises at you two. Choso rolls his eyes.

Time is passed waiting for the food by learning about each of them individually. Eso does in fact play sports, football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Kechizu, on the other hand, is really good at art. You can see the pride in Choso’s eyes as his younger brother shows off his recent projects to you. 

“And I start t-ball this year!” Yuji announced.

“Is that so?” Choso smiles, messing up his baby brother’s hair.

“Will you come to my games? WIll you help me practice!? Will you bring her too?” Yuji bombards Choso with questions.

“We will see,” Choso laughs as he catches a glimpse of your smile, a low rumble in his chest. 

While all the brothers vary drastically in looks and personality, you still catch sight of the small details of Choso rubbed off on each one. It’s clear how much they look up to him, a product of how he helped nurture them during their childhood. During his own childhood even. Choso has always been by their side, caring for them even as he struggled with his own youth.

The way his brothers look at him across the table let you know just how much they appreciate him. The bond between these boys makes your heart feel so full. Losing your parents at such a young age must have been so hard for them, but at least they had each other through it all. 

Choso was right about this place, the food was delicious. You had never seen him devour anything so fast, it's almost like he inhaled the burger. Not a single bite left behind. You also watched how he pretended not to notice when Yuji’s little fingers would swipe fries off his plate.

You lean back in the booth, feeling utterly stuffed. But just when you thought you couldn’t handle another bite, Kechizu begins to pass cupcakes out.

“I’m so full,” You goran loudly. 

“Aww come on, just a little cupcake. If you can’t finish it, I will.” Choso teases, already unwrapping his own and taking a large bite. You sigh, deciding to appease him and try to enjoy his birthday treat. Your teeth sink in, the flavors bathing your taste buds.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes your teeth ache almost immediately. Rich red velvet with a thick dollop of cream cheese frosting. One bite is all you think your stomach can handle, setting the cupcake back down on the wrapper. 

“I can’t” You groan, giving up in defeat. 

“Give it to me,” Choso mumbles as he finishes his last bite, crumbs and frosting clinging to his cheek. You grab what remains of your cupcake and raise it to Choso’s lips, he doesn't hesitate to lean closer and take the remaining cake in his mouth, his lips gently brushing against the tips of your fingers. With eyes shut, he hums happily as he enjoys the overly sweet dessert. 

“You're such a messy eater,” you whisper, rolling your eyes as your thumb wipes the remnants from his skin. He slightly leans into your touch, letting out a low hum in agreement.

After his cake, Choso opens the card Yuji was holding earlier. It was just a simple store-bought card with a crisp twenty-dollar bill from their grandpa sitting inside. But Yuji took liberty in decorating it, drawing a picture of all four brothers together. 

“Is this me?” Choso asks, pointing to the purple stick figure with scribbled spikes for hair. 

Yes!” Yuji beams, clearly proud of his work. You notice Choso’s eyes start to get a bit glossy, looking from Yuji and back to the drawing again. 

“We got you this, too,” Eso slides the wrapped box across the table. Choso stared down at the present. “Kechizu and I did some work around the neighborhood the past few months to get you this.” Both boys smile at their older brother.

“You guys…you didn’t have to...” Choso pouts, his fingers carefully pulling the ribbon off. Gingerly tearing the wrapping paper from the cardboard box before opening the top, his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on the gift inside.

He holds up a vinyl, you recognize it as Piercing Blood’s newest album, it only came out last Friday. Choso sent you the link the second it was released, which you immediately listened to so you could talk about it with him all night. The cover is matte black with a glossy red arrow cutting through the band’s name. But the silver ink gets your attention, signatures from all the band members.

“I can’t thank you enough, this is so amazing,” Choso’s voice is hoarse, barely restrained tears clinging to his bottom lashes. “How did you two even afford this?” He sounds almost worried, unworthy of the gift.

“Don’t worry about it, happy birthday big brother,” Eso smiles. Kechizu and Yuji echo their own happy birthdays as well. 

“Can I go play that game!” Yuji points to the arcade cabinet across the restaurant, interrupting the emotional moment. 

“Not right now, Yuji” Choso begins to say, you can see the defeated look in the younger brother’s eyes.

“It’s ok Choso, I can go play with him” You offer, Yuji’s grin immediately widening and looking up at his brother with pleading eyes. Choso opens his mouth, almost looking like he’s about to decline your offer. His mind battling between keeping you both as close as possible and wanting to prove he trusts you with Yuji.

“Okay,” he finally nods. Sliding out of the booth so you and Yuji can walk over to the arcade corner. He continues to stand as you both walk away, only sitting back down when he is sure you were in front of the games.

“Let’s play this one!” Yuji shouts, pointing to the two-player fighting game. You nod, helping him climb onto the high-top stool before sitting on the one next to him. You drop a few quarters into the machine, taking you both to a character select screen. 

You decide to take it easy on him, he is just a kid after all. And what would Choso think if his baby brother ran back to the table crying because you showed him no mercy. Your strategy was simple: jump around a bit, face the wrong way when you kicked, purposefully let his attacks land. Just show him a good time.

Oh how wrong you were.

Yuji was faster, he hit harder. He was able to figure out combo attacks you have never even seen before. You stare at the screen, jaw dropped as the K.O. flashes brightly. 

“I win!” he gloats.

“Oh you're so on now,” you taunt back, really getting into game mode now.

You aren’t sure how many rounds the two of you played. You won a few, but he seemed to come out victorious time and time again. Both of you were having a great time, you didn’t think it would be this much fun playing games with a six year old. 

“How is he?” Choso’s voice catches your attention from across the restaurant. Looking over your shoulder, you see him still sitting with his other brothers at the table. The waitress comes by with the bill, placing it face down. Choso turns it over, winces slightly and pulls out the cash from the card before grabbing some extra bills from his wallet.

“Pay attention!” Yuji snaps at you as he lands blow after blow on your character. You attempt to play but you can't help overhearing their conversation.

“Ok…but not great,” Eso responds. 

“He wanted to come today too,” Kechizu adds sadly. “But he's been so weak lately, so frail.”

“Plus, being around so many people wouldn’t be good either, he’s been getting sick a lot more.” Eso continues. “He’s been spending a lot of time in bed, eating less, and lots of doctor’s visits.”

“I hope I can make it home for Christmas this year, I want to see him before–” Choso’s worried voice is drowned out by Yuji’s excited squeal next to you. He beat you again, easily as you were only half paying attention.

“Okay, I think that's enough games for one day.” You announce, attempting to stand up. Yuji’s small hand wraps around your sleeve, tugging at you as he says your name quietly. “What is it?” You ask, leaning your head close to his so he can whisper.

“Um…do you like my brother? Like, do you like like him?” He whispers, an almost hopeful gleam in his brown eyes. His question throws you off guard, but just like Choso, this kid proves to be extra perceptive. 

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask back, watching as he nods up and down enthusiastically, even though you don’t believe him one bit. “I do.” His smile widens.

“I think he likes you too”

“What are you two whispering about?” Choso asks, skeptical, narrowing his eyes as he approaches. Eso and Kechizu following close behind.

“Oooh nothing,” you tease, throwing a look at Yuji who giggles in return. 

“We should get going, I need to head back and prepare for the game later,” Choso continues. You and Yuji slide off the stool before joining Choso at his side. He leads the group out into the parking lot to where his car is parked, carefully securing the present, card and balloons in the back seat.  

“It was nice meeting you! Will we see you at the game later?” Eso asks, Kechizu leaning on the side of Choso’s car. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

Before leaving, the brothers give Choso one last hug. You can hear his hushed murmurs of thanks before they depart. Eso and Kechizu walk off toward the white truck he drove, borrowed from their grandfather. Yuji pauses, giving you a hug too before scurrying off to join his brothers.

You and Choso both settle into the seats of his car, sitting in silence for a moment as he starts the engine. He extends his arm and rests it on your seat, head turning to look out the back as he reverses out of the parking space and drives out to the main road.

“Seems like my brothers liked you, especially Yuji.” he comments as he faces forward.

“I liked them too, all of them.” You admit sincerely with a smile. “Thank you for taking me today…and for buying my lunch, I could have paid for my own meal.”

“It's nothing, I asked you to come along anyways.” 

“You shouldn’t have to pay, it’s your birthday after all!” You pause. “God Choso, I didn’t even get you a present! Here I was sitting at lunch with your brothers, who all brought something for you, and I came empty handed like a jerk.”

“You're not a jerk,” he laughs to himself, unable to control the smile on his face. “And you don’t have to get me anything, I just enjoy spending time with you. That's all I want for my birthday anyway.”

You open your mouth to protest, but stop as you feel the rapid succession of vibrations in your pocket. You quickly check the messages, confused by the unknown number spam texting you. Your brows pinched together as you read them.

Unknown #: Hey!!

Unknown #: Y/N??

Unknown #: You there? 

Unknown #: Sorry, I got your number from Shoko. Hope that’s ok!!

Unknown #: It’s Yuki!

Oh! Yuki! You've hung out with her a few times, but she was more of Shoko’s friend than yours. You weren’t exactly sure why she would message you out of the blue like this.

You: Hey! What’s up?

Yuki: Hi! I just wanted to see if Choso mentioned the party to you tonight?

You: No? What party? 

You: After party for tonight’s game?

Yuki: Of course he didn't…

Yuki: Yeah, it’s at the hockey house, its kinda for Choso too

Yuki: He mentioned to me that no one has ever thrown him a party before

You try not to feel offended that other people, especially another girl, knew it was Choso’s birthday today, and you didn’t. You try to tell yourself that it’s because they are teammates, they have known each other longer. But it still kind of stings.

You: Does he want a party?

Yuki: Suguru and I asked him and he told us to ‘do whatever’

“Choso?” You speak up, he turns to look at you for a brief second before turning back to the road. Just enough to let you know you have his attention. “Why didn’t you tell me about the party at your place tonight?” He groans the second the word party leaves your lips.

“Because I didn’t want to go.”

“But what if I came with you? Think about it, we could recreate the night we first met…but I won't get as drunk this time.” He considers your offer, chewing his bottom lip.

“Deal” he pulls the car into the parking lot outside your dorm. “Just promise you won’t wake up and forget my name this time.”

“I promise.” You laugh, sending Yuki a follow up text letting her know you will be there tonight. You reach for the door handle to exit the car.

“Wait,” Choso stops you. “I have something for you.”

“Cho, you're supposed to receive presents on your birthday, not the other way around.”

“It’s not like that,” He laughs, reaching for a paper bag in the back seat, setting it in your lap. You reach in and your hands feel some kind of thick cloth inside. You grab it and lift it out, navy with red accents. A shirt you assume. Unfolding it, you see the KU Curses logo on the front, and when you flip it around, you're met with a big 07 and KAMO in bold letters. You look at him, wide-eyed, as you set it back down in your lap, clenching your fists around the fabric.

“It’s clean, I promise!” He teases. “But it’s supposed to be good luck when someone wears your jersey to a game. And I want my good luck charm to be extra lucky tonight.” He reaches one hand forward and wraps it around your fist, softly gripping both you and the jersey below. “Would you wear this for me?” He looks deeply into your eyes.

“Anything for you, birthday boy.”

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You looked damn good in his jersey, even with how big it was due to the absence of gear underneath. Hidden out of sight instead is your favorite matching pair of bra and panties…just in case. You walk happily up to the arena, Shoko, Utahime and Satoru trailing behind.

“What's got you all happy today?” Satoru teases, locking his arm with yours as the two of you skip along the sidewalk. Both of you almost matching, your back proudly showing off KAMO while his says GETO.

“Not much, just having a really good day today.” Nothing has been able to wipe the smile off your face since Choso dropped you off, your cheeks were even starting to hurt.

“Your date with your boyfriend went well, I take it?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and it wasn’t a date.” You correct him for the 4th time today. 

“Right, right. Just meeting his family…totally not a big deal. Totally not boyfriend-girlfriend activities.” You both stop, he grasps both sides of your arms as he locks eyes with you through his dark shades. “And giving you his jersey to wear tonight, that's something casual friends do too, isn’t it?” You bite your lip, unable to think up a witty retort. Unsure what you and Choso even are at this point. Caught in limbo between friends and dating.

“Give it a rest, Gojo,” Utahime sighs as her and Shoko catch up to you. Satoru turns to her and scrunches his face into an exaggerated frown at her scolding.

“Come on, I’m just teasing her. She acted the same way before me and Suguru first got together.” It’s true, you teased him nonstop until he finally admitted he did have feelings for him. In the end he thinks it helped, without you pushing him slightly out of his comfort zone to explore the connection, they may have never gotten together in the first place.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” Shoko asks, leaning her shoulder into yours as she watches the opposing team unload from their buses. 

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” It seemed like an odd question until you recognized the other team’s logo, the two pronged blade you've seen so many times on Toji’s gear. Your heart beats a little faster, you didn’t think the curses and assassins would face off again so soon.

You feel a soft hand lace with yours, giving your sweaty palm a tight squeeze. 

“We are here for you this time,” Shoko promises, holding your hand and not letting go. “All of us.” Utahime places a hand on your opposite shoulder while Satoru nods in front of you, his glasses hiding his genuine concern in his eyes. You take a deep breath to steady your emotions.

“I’ll be okay,” You announce, and you actually believe it. This time you won’t be alone. You're surrounded by so many people who care for you, who will never let you face him alone again if they can help it.

“Hey! Over here!” Another male voice calls to you, you scan the crowd looking for the person calling your name. You spot the tan hand of Eso, waving at your group. Kechizu stands in front of him, holding Yuji’s hand. You wave back, beckoning your friends to follow.

“Hey guys! These are my friends Satoru, Shoko and Utahime.” You motion to each one as you introduce them. “These are Choso’s younger brothers Eso, Kechizu and Yuji.” The group begins to split into several small conversations, Yuji sticking close to you as he fills you in on what the brothers did in the few hours since seeing you last.

Choso walks out of the arena, hair soft and loose, the slight breeze tousling it as he joins the big group. After dropping his gear off in the locker room, he had expected to meet up with his brothers for a quick second before changing and stretching. He was pleasantly surprised to see you had joined up with them yet again.

“Hey,” his voice startles you as he announces his presence. You spin around to face him. He almost seems like he's glowing, his smile lighting up his whole face, just as gleeful as you after today’s shared lunch. His eyes scan you up and down for a quick moment, voice dropping down an octave. “You look…really good.”

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” You smirk, you expect him to get flustered, but you're only met with his new found confidence. 

“Yeah…I do.” His husky voice makes your whole body feel warm. Your throat goes dry as you look at his perfect lips, watching as his grin only grows wider when he realizes where you are staring. God, how you want to feel them pressed against your own. 

The brothers interrupt the quiet moment the two of you shared, stealing Choso’s attention away. The next few minutes you watch them gush about how excited they are for tonight’s game, Yuji attempting to give his big brother a pep talk as if he were the coach. Choso played along too, nodding and saying ‘yes sir’.

“I have to go now,” he announces, patting the heads of his two youngest brothers. “And you should probably go snag some good seats before the rest of the crowd gets here.” Yuji looks alarmed, reaching for Kechizu’s hand again.

“Let's go! I want to sit by the goal!” He drags him toward the entrance. “And we need enough seats for Y/N and her friends too!” Choso watches the two race inside before turning back to you. 

“See you inside,” Eso smiles at you and your friends before following the younger boys.

“Good luck,” you murmur as you wrap your arms behind Choso’s waist, pressing your body up against his. Your touch doesn’t seem to make him hesitate anymore, instead, he wants to fuel it. One of his hands resting on your low back while the other cups your cheek, dragging his calloused thumb across your cheekbone as he looks directly into your eyes with a mixture of affection and barely hidden lust. 

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! Your whole body is screaming so loud you wonder if he could hear it.

But he never does.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, but I really do need to go and get ready.” He sighs, leaning forward slightly until his forehead rests against yours for a brief moment before slowly releasing his grip. 

“I know,” You weren't ready to let go just yet, still holding him to you tightly. Leaning forward, you decide to send him off with one last parting gift. Your lips meet the skin of his cheek, lingering long enough to feel him grow warm underneath. You finally release him, backing up. “See you after the game.”

He doesn't respond, just smiles as he presses a hand to the spot you pecked before turning back towards the building, a spring in his step.

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Yuji wiggles in your lap trying to get a better view of his older brother. The puck skirts across the ice and, as if it were instinctual, the goalie drops to a crouch, the puck coming to a stop as it meets Choso’s thick leg pads.

As the buzzer sounds, a mix of cheers for the home team and boos from the opposing team echoes through the arena. The game was tied, it has been close all night. Only six minutes remain, it could be anyone's game.

Choso looks over to where you, your friends and his family sat. Yuji and Kechizu were able to find the perfect seats, right beside the goal. He lifts up the helmet and flashes a cocky smile your way before grabbing the water bottle on top of the goals netting.

“Choso is so cool! He's the best!” Yuji continues to praise his big brother. 

“He is the best,” you respond, unable to take your eyes off him. You see a blur of deep purple and white, one of the opposing team members, circling around him and the goal he protects. Choso immediately goes stiff, his eyes snapping to the other player before he skates off to take his place around the center circle on the ice.

“What was that about?” Satoru leaned over to whisper.

“You noticed too?” You thought maybe you just imagined Choso tensing up, but something seems off. Your eyes track the player and scan his jersey, the big 66 grabbing your attention. Toji.

“Oh no…this can't be good,” you say under your breath.

The puck drops and sticks clash as the next play commences. There was a lot of back and forth between the two battling teams until the puck was taken by the opposing team. Suguru races after them, hot on their heels but the enemy passes it to another. To Toji, who is farther from the scuffle and closer to the home goal. 

With the puck now at his stick, Toji swings, putting all his strength behind it to send it soaring. Choso does not react in time, the puck flying straight past his side and into the net. Loud buzzer and flashing lights alert the stands of the away team's victory, bringing the opposing team up by one point. 

You can tell Choso is upset right now, the grip on his stick tightening slightly. But it doesn't help that Toji is circling him again, taunting him. Even with how close you are, you couldn't hear what they were saying with all the commotion.

“Whatever that guy is doing…is really getting to him,” Eso leans in from your other side. Toji buzzed around him like a pest while Choso stood still, his head tracking every movement, watching him like a predator.

A sharp crack echos around the arena, Choso threw his stick down to the ice. He sheds his gloves and rips his helmet off too before racing after Toji.

“What!” You gasp loudly. In all the games you’ve been too, he has never been caught up in a fight. Always the calm and collected goalie who thinks over every move he makes. Countless failed saves and taunts from opposing players, he has never reacted like this.

Toji sees him coming, almost like he was waiting for it to happen, throwing his own stick and gloves aside as he prepares for the inevitable. One of Choso’s hands grabs a fist full of his jersey and yanks him forward, pulling Toji’s face straight into the path of his fist, knocking the helmet clean off his head. A wicked grin curls on Toij’s lips.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, the crowd drowning out your voice as they break off in cheers and cowbells to urge the fight on. Both the home and away team players rush for the fight, surrounding them in a circle as they yell. The cameras zoom in on the two players, casting close-ups of the fight to the large screens above the rink. Toji mirrors Choso, grabbing onto him as he throws a few punches into his heavily padded body before delivering one to his cheek. This seems to only fuel Choso further, the two continuing to exchange blows.

Your hands fly to cover Yuji’s eyes. He doesn’t need to watch his brother go for the throat of another player, does not need to see the person he looks up to get hit over and over again.

“Move your hands! I can't see!” Yuji protests, his smaller hands attempting to pull yours away from his face. Yet you don’t budge.

Toji lands a solid right hook to his jaw, Choso slightly recoiling from the force. He’s had enough. Lost in some sort of rage, he slams Toji to the ice, falling to his knees on top of him. He pulls his arm back, gearing up for another blow now that he has him pinned beneath him.

The ref grabs his arm, finally putting a stop to their brawl. They help Choso and Toji to their feet, putting some distance between the two. Both boy’s dark hairs are slicked to their face, a trickle of blood running from Choso’s nose. He turns his head, spitting onto the ice, staining it red.

“Kamo, penalty box!”

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A/N: this chapter turned out so big...I decided to split it in 2 haha.

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Shattered Ice update!

Let me just tell you, this next chapter is gonna be longer than the rest

Currently at 13 pages ~5500 words... with more to go!

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Shattered Ice

Chapter One- The Morning After

Hockey player!Choso x F!Reader, ex bf!Toji x F!Reader

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Content: alcohol, vomiting, embarrassment, drunk antics, slight NSFW, cheating MDNI

Harsh rays of sunlight trickle between the blinds and assault your eyelids. Reluctantly, you open them. A low groan escapes you as the bright light causes your head to pound. Trying to ignore the pain, you focus on the room and the details of it. The walls are mostly plain, painted a dark gray. Minimal decorations scattered across the room and a few band posters hung on the wall, though your eyes couldn't focus enough to read which bands they were. A dark oak desk sits in the corner, a few textbooks and a laptop on top. 

This bedroom feels foreign to you. It’s not Shoko or Utahime’s, you have spent enough time in your roommates' beds studying and watching movies that you would recognize it instantly. It isn't your best friend Satoru’s either, his is always a chaotic mess. Another detail catches your eye, a hockey stick leaning up against the closet door and next to it is a pile of clothing you recognize as your own. The only friend you have on the hockey team is Suguru, and you would never sleep with your best friend's boyfriend. That's when the panic sets in, whose bed are you in? How did you get here? 

You attempt to turn your head to glance at your sleeping partner who you can hear softly snoring beside you, but the sudden motion makes you dizzy. Stomach doing flips in protest. Quickly closing your eyes, you take a few deep breaths to ground yourself. Inhale and exhale until you are convinced the vomit would stay down. With eyes still closed, you tried to rack your brain for how you got in this scenario.

There are three things your college, Kaisen University, is known for. One, the hockey team. The hockey players here are some of the best in the area, many leaving here and going to the big league. You don’t really care too much for sports yourself, but hockey always had a special spot in your heart. You grew up in a family who loved the sport always attending every local game or hosting a watch party with family friends. Some of your favorite memories are when you begged your dad to teach you to ice skate, convinced you would be a hockey player yourself one day to make him proud. This didn’t come true, as you may hold the title for world's worst skater. Even when you miss your family miles away back home, you feel a little better knowing they are watching the same game as you. 

Plus you hated football, and would rather die than attend a university known for their football team. 

Two, the Animal Science program. You have always loved working with animals and chose to pursue a career as a veterinary technician. The program here offers many hands-on learning experiences and even pairs each student with multiple internships throughout the years. During highschool, you received a full ride scholarship to make your dreams reality, which made choosing Kaisen University an easy choice. 

Three, the parties. The parties here are unlike any other university. Every weekend there is always at least one party, celebrating the most stupid things. If there wasn't a reason to party, someone would find one. Celebrating made up holidays like ‘national drink beer day’. 

You think a little harder, brain pounding against your skull, trying to remember the reason for last night’s party. The puzzle pieces start to connect, your eyes flinging open once again. The first game of the season. Team captain Sukuna always throws a rager to kick off the start of hockey season. Friday they played their first game of the fall, claiming an easy win. The next night, Sukuna and the team were planning a wild party to celebrate their victory, inviting what felt like the whole university. The captain rents a house with several of his teammates only 20 minutes from campus. The large house and spacious yard make for an excellent party venue, and the neighbors never complain when it gets too loud. Though this is your first time coming to one of his, you refused to attend Sukuna’s parties before because he insisted everyone calls this place his ‘domain’. What an arrogant ass.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you didn’t feel like partying at all last night. The weekend prior, you broke up with your boyfriend of a year. The first few days were spent in a constant back and forth of rage and sadness. Satoru and Suguru tried to cheer you up with a sleepover, burying yourself in chocolate ice cream, but that only made you feel worse. Having to watch two people so in love felt like rubbing salt in a fresh open wound. The rest of the week you spent in your bed, only leaving for classes and a shower here and there. You had every intention to spend Saturday night rotting in bed, binging whatever reality TV show you could find. Unfortunately for you, Shoko and Utahime refused to let you miss Sukuna’s first big party of the year. You agreed reluctantly, deciding to drown your problems with alcohol and dancing.

Finding yourself feeling this awful after a Saturday night isn’t unheard of, finding yourself in a stranger's bed is the concerning part. You, Shoko and Utahime always manage to stumble your way home to the dorms no matter where you end up. Never once, in your three years of college, did you end up sleeping over. Your thoughts begin to race on who you will find sleeping next to you or what could have possibly gone on between the two of you. Judging from the hockey stick, you can only assume you are still at the house and slept with one of the hockey players. Hopefully not with Sukuna, you gag at the thought of that man. Whispering a silent prayer as you slowly turn your head over on the pillow to catch a glimpse of the other body in bed.

He lays on his stomach, head facing away from you, dark messy hair spilling over the pillow. His hair is slightly long, but nowhere near as long as Suguru's so that's one person off the list(though he was never really on that list). Sukuna has short cropped pink hair, so thank god that's another off the list of possibilities. The names of the other teammates escape you, really this could be any one of the guys. You silently wish you paid more attention when Suguru would talk about them, maybe then you could have placed a name to this body. You watch the rise and fall of the man's sleeping shirtless form, noting how well sculpted his back muscles are. He kind of reminded you of him , his body was also built by the gods. 

The breakup is still fresh in your mind, only a week ago now. He went to a rival school, played for the rival team. You and Gojo went to one of the away games last year to support Suguru, unfortunately they lost to the second best team in the league. But that night you met him. He was an absolute power house on the ice, and later that night you found out he was a power house between the sheets too. The very same night you met him, he had you screaming out Toji in his bedroom. 

Thinking back, he was really kinda a loser. He was a few years older than you but still in his senior year, and has been in his senior year for a while. He keeps failing one class or another and having to retake them. It was amazing that his hockey team let him play despite his bad grades. They likely pulled a few strings to keep him around considering how great he plays. You don't know how but you feel madly in love with him. Even with him being broke, with no goals, and your family hating him. He was a walking red flag, and you loved that.

The more you got to know him the more you liked him. Running off on exciting adventures together. The occasional date night out (that you had to pay for). You got to see his softer side, the part you know he only let you see. Every night spent together always ended up tangled between the sheets in one of your beds. No one could please you like he could. 

Long distance can be hard though. His school was an hour from yours, you barely had time to see each other. Especially when he had hockey practice and you being so dedicated to your studies. You started to feel a strain on your relationship, like he was pulling away from you. So you decided to pay him a surprise visit, which was both a good and a bad idea now that you think about it. 

You planned to stay the whole weekend, but in reality you were there barely an hour. The first half was spent fucking like wild animals, starved for eachother’s touch. As he climaxed, cock still throbbing inside you, he moaned out the name of another woman. 

“Are you fucking shitting me!?” you pushed yourself abruptly off of him. Hurried to change and leave immediately. He tried to stop you, to talk you out of it, get you to stay. This snowballed into 30 minutes of yelling back and forth. The fight didn't end until a knock on the door interrupted you, and the girl who he moaned for was on the other side.“We are done, Toji!” you stormed out, slamming the door behind you. 

Never in your life has a man cheated on you. A whole year of your life, wasted on him. You felt humiliated. The past week you laid around feeling sorry for yourself, and now the first chance you get you're in a stranger's bed? You sigh and fumble around looking for your phone, needing to contact Shoko or Utahime for help. You find it on the floor next to the bed. Bending over to reach for it, fighting the queasiness you feel as you hang off the bed to pick it up. 13% battery, it never got plugged in overnight. 

You: Hello??? Did you leave me?

You send the text to the group chat with your roommates, hoping one of them will be awake. Unlikely as it's barely 8am on a hungover Sunday morning. They probably feel just as awful as you do right now. You wait for their response, feeling stiff as a board in this stranger's bed. You need answers, and a thought crosses your mind to just wake the person sleeping next to you. Looking over, noticing how peaceful they look, you decide to let him rest just a little bit longer.

Your friends are taking their sweet time to reply, and your curiosity is getting to you. You open up Snapchat on your phone, maybe you can piece some answers together. You click through the pictures and videos posted on your story. The first few are just some pictures of you and your roommates, showing off your outfits for the night. You arrived in a cute black miniskirt and a crop top with your college's name on it. Those same clothes now sit in the corner of the room, traded for a giant black t-shirt on your body and loose sweatpants on your legs. 

You snap a quick picture of yourself right now. Disheveled(though surprised that your face is clean of any makeup), a look of pain on your face. Making sure to angle the camera so the sleeping stranger is in the background. You circle him and type out who is this? Sending the image to Shoko, Utahime and Satoru. 

Returning back to your snap story, you can tell the moment you blacked out. Random blurry pictures, captioned in all caps, spouting absolute gibberish. One is a picture of your middle finger along with the middle finger of a male hand with black nail polish. You can’t recall who’s hand this was. FUCK YOU TOJI , it’s captioned. And that was uploaded 5 times in a row. You quickly deleted all of these from your story, hoping to save you some embarrassment like half the school didn't already see it. 

The last thing you have uploaded is a picture of Shoko, passed out on a couch clutching a beer can. Her face is covered in sharpie, drawings decorate every inch of her skin. You giggle and decide not to delete this one, even though you're sure she's going to kill you for this. 

Your Snapchat wasn't much help in your quest for information, so you move on to looking through other’s stories. Shoko’s was also no help. Just a few cute pictures of the three of you and a picture of a cigarette with some moody quote. Utahime only has a video of you drawing on Shoko's face, both of you laughing so loud you're unsure how she stayed asleep. It wasn't until you looked through Satoru's story that you got some answers.

After going through what felt like a thousand pictures of him and Suguru, you see yourself. There you are, doing a keg stand. Your legs being held up by a muscular man with pigtails. You can't think of his name, but you know he is the prized goalie of Kaisen University. You have passed by him only a handful of times, never once spoken to him. Suguru mentioned he is most likely going pro after graduation. He always came off as quiet, an awkward goth type, but on the ice he was something else. 

You tap the screen for the next thing. A video of you dancing wildly on the kitchen island. You cringe as you watch, your movements uncoordinated as arms flail around. Would you even call this dancing? Pigtails holds his hand up to you, you're sure he was trying to get you off the table before you fell and broke your neck. Though what happens next surprises you. Instead of safely taking his hand to get down, you leap at him. Thankfully, he catches you in his strong arms easily and lowers you down gently. 

The next video is the worst one yet. You and the goalie making out, your hands gripped around his head, tongue forcing itself in his mouth. You were positive that you gave him the worst kiss of his life, or so you thought. The way his hands hold you against his body says differently. The video text said in bright pink what is bestie doing?? Why would Satoru even post this? 

“I'm going to kill him” you groan, bringing your hands up to your face. Your palms heating up as your face burns. The sheets of the bed crinkle and you look over and watch as your sleeping partner turns to face you. The first thing you recognize is the tattooed line over his nose. The same tattoo you know the pigtail goalie has, confirming to you that this is in fact his bed you're sharing. The second thing you notice are his large hands, chipped black nail polish on the tips. Lastly, you watch as his eyelids open. Dark brown irises meet you, flecks of gold dance where the sun hits it. He blinks a few times to adjust to the bright light. Dark purple circles surround his eyelids, like he hasn't slept in a year. His natural beauty leaves you speechless as you look into his eyes.

“You're awake” his deep raspy voice retorts, no emotion reflected in the words. You say nothing but nod. He sits up in the bed, back leaning against the old headboard, he rubs the corner of his eyes. You glance down at your phone to see if there was a message from any of your friends, but your heart drops as you see the black screen…dead. Weakly, you push yourself up to sit against the headboard like he is.

“How do you feel?” he asks suddenly, his burning gaze fixed on you. 

“Awful” you admit truthfully. You see the hint of a small smirk on his lips before it fades just as quickly. 

“I’m not surprised.” he pinches the skin between where his eyebrows meet. “I don't feel great either…probably nowhere near you though.” he grumbles. You suddenly feel your throat growing hotter and hotter. The fact that your memory is missing so many details from last night, you don't even know if you hooked up with him.

“Hey..” you whisper, not even sure if he heard you until his eye catches yours. “Last night…did we..” you trail off as you feel bile creeping up your throat, your eyes widen as you look around the room in a panic. Unsure of where the bathroom even is and if you would make it in time. The man next to you notices your panic, reaching over the side of the bed and producing a small metal waste bin. He places it in your lap and you instantly vomit the contents of your stomach, which looks to just be stomach acid and water at this point. Your retching echos off the walls of the metal can, tears stream from the corner of your eyes. The whole time, your sleepy partner rubs your back with a firm hand. Saying your name softly. 

“I'm sorry…” you whisper, head still hanging into the metal can. “It’s not that you're not attractive, because you are. I-”

“No” he cuts you off. “We didn’t.” he assures you as he continues to soothe your back. “You wanted to…really wanted to. But I couldn't do that. I knew how drunk you really were.” You cough up some more liquid and groan. Once you feel like you have nothing left to spew, you set the can down on your side of the bed. He hands you a tissue and you use it to clean up your face. 

“Thanks” you mutter, tossing the tissue into the bucket full of your vomit. 

“It’s no problem…how much do you remember of last night?” he asks, face neutral. 

“Not much at all” you close your eyes shut, thinking. “I remember arriving with Shoko and Utahime, doing some shots…everything is fuzzy after that. Honestly, I feel bad, because I can't even think of your name and you seem to know mine.” you try to search your mental records for what Suguru may have said about the goalie, trying to envision the back of his jersey you've spied at the games. “Is it…Kamo?” you ask eventually. He nods.

“Well…Kamo is my last name. You can call me by my first name, Choso.” 

“Choso. It’s nice to meet you, I promise to remember your name this time” you laugh awkwardly. 

“You better not forget me again” he laughs softly. 

“So…Choso. Can you help fill me in the blanks? Did my friends leave me? How did I end up here in your bed?” You blush slightly, thinking back to the video Satoru posted of you sticking your tongue down Choso's throat. Hoping he won't remember that part. He nods and begins to recount the adventures of last night.

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He isn't quite sure what happened before you started hanging out with him. Though he heard rumors from others that, because you refused to call the house ‘Sukuna's Domain’, Sukuna decided to punish you by making you drink 3 of the most disgusting shots he could concoct. Of course, you wouldn't back down to the challenge and finished them all without hesitation. 

Choso didn't plan on leaving his room to join the party, he was working on finishing a project for his advanced biology class due on Monday. With hockey season coming to a start, it's been hard for him to stay focused on his classes and practices. He was enjoying his peaceful night alone and was almost done with his project when you barged into his room unannounced.

“Oh…this isn't the bathroom” you looked around his room confused, head spinning. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“No, the bathroom is across the hall from me.” He turned back to his laptop on his desk, assuming you left. The creek of his bed told him otherwise. He looked back to see you sprawled out like a starfish.

“Um…didn't you need to use the bathroom?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No…that was a lie” you sighed. “I just needed to escape for a minute. Everyone keeps asking about my ex.” You stare up at the ceiling, it was clear to him that you were upset.

“You can hide out here if you want” he offered, once again turning back to his work. He was typing the final paragraph of his report when your hands wrapped around his forearm.

“Come oooon!” You begged, pulling his arm away from the keboard. He gave you a confused look. “Let's go party! Come hang out with me” you stick your bottom lip out in a pout, batting your lashes at him. 

“I'm busy” He tried to tell you, but you continued to beg. You wouldn't give up, so he rolled his eyes and shut his laptop. Jumping around his room excitedly, you led him out of his bedroom and downstairs to the party. 

The rest of the night the two of you were glued at the hip. You were able to get him to let loose, danced with him even. You two did more shots together, something he regretted after learning how much you already had and how little you had eaten that day. He even helped you with drawing on Shoko's face after she passed out. Thinking back to the picture you took of her poor doodled on face, you remember seeing a thick black line drawn over her nose, one that matched Choso's. His own artistry you guess. 

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“And we…uh…kissed” He scratched the back of his head shyly, looking away to avoid your gaze for a second.

“It was more than just a kiss.” You correct him. “Satoru posted a video…it was a full on make out session in front of the whole party” your face heats up at the memory. He nods in agreement. 

“I'm sorry…drunk me sounds like a menace” you groan again. Reliving all the embarrassment over and over. A cringe movie that won’t fade to black.

“It's fine, really. And from what I remember, it was a good kiss despite how drunk we both were” He flashes a slight smile at you.

“Soo…what happened after?” You ask.

“That's when you drunkenly dragged me back up to my room to continue. And…” he stopped for a moment. 

“and??” you plead him to continue.

“and the second we made it to the top of the stairs, you threw up all over yourself… and me” you're not even sure what kind of face he is making now because you buried your head in your hands. Wishing you could just crawl away and never have to face him or this embarrassment again.

“Then I sat in the bathroom with you for an hour while you puked your guts out, and I gave you a spare change of clothes and helped clean you up. Once I was sure you were done and exhausted, I laid you down in my bed.” He continues.

“And my friends?” you ask, head still hidden in your hands.

“They got an Uber home. Satoru wasn't sure if you would have been able to stomach the ride back to campus so they decided to let you stay where you were. Utahime wasn't too happy about it, but Suguru vouched for me. I was going to go downstairs and sleep on the couch but I wanted to keep an eye on you. That was…a lot of puke” he speaks in an even tone, free of any judgment as he recounts the night. You lift your head from your hands and look at him.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” You whisper softly. “And sorry for being such a pain in the ass”

“It was nothing” he assures you. He pulls the covers of the blanket back and swings his legs out onto the floor. Pacing over to his desk and pulling out a generic pill bottle from one of the drawers. He shakes two into his palm and comes back to you, holding his fist out. “for your head, I can tell it's killing you right now.” You hold an outstretched palm out to him, graciously accepting the medicine. Washing it down with the now lukewarm glass of water sitting on the nightstand.

“Thanks again,” you whisper. He says nothing, just a polite nod in return. You peel the blankets off yourself, forcing yourself out of the warmth of his bed. Bare feet touching the cold floor, a chill running all the way up your spine. You gather any strength you have left and stand. “Guess I should get going, can I use your phone to order an uber?” you ask him.

“No need, I can drive you back to the dorms.” it's more of a statement than an offer. 

“You really don't have to…” 

“I was going there anyway, I wanted to hit the gym on campus. So I'm heading back there with or without you.” He crosses his arms as he waits for you to accept the offer.

“Okay” you sigh. “Let's get going, I want to lay down in my own bed.” You walk over to the heap of clothing you wore last night, looking around for something to take them home in. The clothes look wet, like maybe Choso rinsed them off after you changed last night. “Do you have a plastic bag or something?” You ask.

“Don't worry about it” he shakes his head. “Just wear my clothes home and I'll get those cleaned up for you. I'll find a way to get it back to you eventually.” He shrugs as if this is the most normal thing in the world for him. You stare, completely bewildered by this man.

“But it’s…gross” you object, a small frown on your lips. Letting him clean the vomit from your clothing just feels…wrong.

“And watching it spew from your mouth all night wasn't gross?” He lets out a slight laugh. “Seriously, It's fine. I used to take care of my little brothers all the time. This is nothing for me.” His words do nothing to help ease the embarrassment churning inside, but you leave them. At this point you could care less if the clothes made their way back to you, they will serve as nothing more than a sour reminder of this night. 

He pulls on a tight black shirt, a gray hoodie and slings his gym bag over his shoulder, heading toward the door. 

“You comin’?” he calls over his shoulder. You quickly grab your dead phone from the nightstand and shove it into the pockets of the loose sweatpants before scurrying behind him. Once he sees you ready, he leads the way back down stairs.

You take in the scene on the lower floor. Several men from the hockey team sleeping in various uncomfortable positions. Some curled up on the floor, one with his head pressed to the table, a beer still in his grasp. Red solo cups litter the ground, empty cans piled against the corner of a wall, liquor bottles empty on the counter. The whole place looked sticky. You slip your shoes on, being careful of where you step. 

“Oh…my purse” you look around panicked, unable to remember the last time you had it. You could have left it anywhere in this house. Choso glances over and studies your worried face, his own looking nothing more than uninterested.

“What does it look like?” He asks.

“Black, this big, gold chain straps” you describe using exaggerated hand motions.

“I'll look for it” he whispers and walks over toward the kitchen. You lean against the wall and watch him through heavy lids as he struggles to find it. He checks another room on the lower level, and then the bathroom. When he emerges you notice his empty hands as he shakes his head in defeat. The stairs above you creak loudly and you lift your head and watch a familiar pink haired annoyance making his way to you, in his hands the missing purse.

“You left this in the bathroom idiot” Sukuna rolls his eyes before tossing it to you, which you completely miss and let it clunk to the floor. The chain clattering loudly as it falls against the wood, waking up one of the sleeping hockey players in the living room who curses at the noise. 

“So you stole it?” You raise an eyebrow at him, Choso bends over to pick it up for you. You can't help but search through it, triple checking all of your belongings where you left it. Wallet, credit cards, your favorite lip gloss. Everything was safe.

“No, I didn't steal it! You left it out in the open for anyone to take. So I just put it away for safekeeping.” He grumbles in response.

“That's…actually really nice Sukuna…thanks” you blink in surprise. 

“Whatever. Hope you and Kamo had a good night.” He crosses his arms and leans on the weak railing, wood groaning under his weight. You notice Choso scowl at him, his eyes a silent warning.

“No thanks to you” you bark back, knowing Sukuna is the sole reason you feel the way you do right now. If it wasn't for those shots, you would have made it home to the warmth of your own bed. You glance over at Choso, who is still scowling. Without those shots you also might not have met him.

“Whatever brat, you had fun” Sukuna sighs, pushing off of the railing and heading back to his room upstairs. His arms still crossed.

“Let's get going” Choso’s stern voice brings you back to reality. You nod and follow him outside. The breeze rustles a few crisp golden leaves. A slight chill runs through your spine, your body shivering. Hugging your arms close to your chest, you follow Choso toward a black car, rust lining the edges. He throws his gym bag into the back seat then turns to look at you.

“You're cold” he observes plainly. 

“I'll be fine” your chattering teeth betray you. He slips his hoodie off and holds it out to you. The muscles in his bare forearm bulge as he waits for you to take it from him. 

“It's fine, really” you protest but he shakes his head, refusing to move from his spot until you accept his gift. So you snatch it out from his grasp, quickly slipping it over your freezing body and letting the residual warmth he left heat you up.

The ride back to the dorms was quiet, and painfully long. Neither of you spoke, not because you didn't want to but because the ride was anything but smooth sailing. Every bump causes your stomach to stir, fearful that opening your mouth in the slightest will cause you to mess up the interior of his car. To protect yourself, and the car, you pressed your forehead against the cold window of the passenger door, eyes shut tightly. 

The car comes to a steady stop and you peel open your eyes once again, the sight of your dorm unfolds in your fuzzy vision. You pull on the door handle, ready to run into the safety of the dorm and yell at Shoko and Utahime for letting you ever get that drunk in the first place. The door doesn't budge, still locked. You glance over at Choso whose eyes are fixed on a small black and white cat across the street, acting like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hey, Y/N… I know we kinda only just met, and you're going through something rough right now. But I like to think I'm a good listener, if you ever need someone to talk to” his eyes continue to look out the window as he speaks sincerely. 

“Thanks Choso.” You whisper out. “I appreciate that.” He turns to look at you again, his normal bored expression replaced with a slightly shy one. His eyes darting around, not sure where to focus, fingers fidgeting on the steering wheel.

“I had a great time last night. I hope to see you around again” he gives you a small awkward smile as his eyes meet yours. He reaches over you and pushes hard on your door handle. His still messy hair tickling under your nose, getting a whiff of vanilla and cloves. “Sorry, old car. It gets stuck sometimes” He laughs lightly as he pushes the door open. You exit the car and turn back toward him.

“Thanks for everything, see you soon.” You smile sweetly before closing the door and heading toward the entrance of your dorm.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :) comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 🫶

[osohchoso]

i love the way you write choso 😭💕💕 you do him so much justice characterization wise!!!

Omg thank you so so much 🥹 this is honestly the highest compliment I could get, I am so happy!!! 🫶 reading this at work rn smiling to myself :')))

[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice

Chapter Six- Storm Clouds

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: college au, hockey au, comfort, burnout, depression, mutual pinning

gorgeous Choso art by @aransmind dividers by @dollywons

You didn’t realize it would hurt worse the second time around. 

The pain, the heartache. It was all back and worse than ever.

The whole ride home was awkward and emotional. Tears continuously falling from your eyes as you sobbed into Sukuna's jacket while he attempted to comfort you the best he could.

Ryomen Sukuna, of all people, was trying to comfort you. It was a foreign concept and you still couldn't believe it, part of you thinking your mind conjured it up in your delirious state. He didn't know what to do, what to say, so he just let you cry until your tears ran dry. 

In all reality, nothing he could have said would have eased the pain.

You hardly remember getting back to your dorm. Everything felt like a blur. You wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for an eternity, but you still felt wrong. Both Utahime and Shoko were fast asleep, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You could have woken them up, they wouldn’t mind, but you really didn’t feel like speaking. Not ready to tell anyone the details of tonight. 

You spent over an hour in the shower that night. Letting the hot water cascade over your skin, it felt like lava but the burn was welcomed in comparison to the ache in your heart. Scrubbing your skin until it felt raw, like that would somehow make the memory of your night with Toji fade away.

The rest of the weekend was spent locked away in your room. Hardly exiting your bed, much to your roommate's concern. They knew something had gone wrong that night but also knew you weren’t ready to open up to them. Until then, they supported you the best they could. Slipping notes of encouragement under your door and dropping off food to ensure you kept your energy up. You ate what they brought, despite it tasting like ash in your mouth. 

Monday came before you knew it, and there was no way you could possibly drag yourself to class today. Opting to spend yet another day rotting away. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grab your phone, checking the time. 12:45 pm.

“Sorry Choso,” you sigh as you set it back down. Hopefully, he will be okay for one class without you by his side. Trying not to think on it too much, your eyelids shut and you drift back into a dreamless sleep. 

Loud vibrations startle you awake. You sit straight up in bed, heart racing momentarily until you realize it's only your phone. 

[ incoming call from Cho ]

On instinct, your fingers reach forward, ready to accept the call. The display shows 2:30 pm, well past your shared class. The man most likely just wants to fill you in on what you missed today. You lay your head back on the pillow, letting it ring and ring until the screen turns dark. 

Your phone lights up again about a minute later.

[ voicemail from Cho ]

You click play.

“Hey, uh–” he pauses, clearing his throat before he says your name softly. “You didn’t come to class today. Is everything ok? Are you sick? I missed you today.” Another awkward pause, you can hear him mumbling to himself but are unable to make out what he was saying. “Uh. You didn’t miss much. Class was boring. As always. Even more without you, though. Uh...don't ask what happened. I didn’t pay attention. I spent the whole class drawing today. I'll show you next time I see you...once I finish it that is. Well…let me know when you want to work on our project this week. Call me back…or text me. That's cool too. Please?” You hear him sigh into the phone. “Um…ok…bye.”

The corner of your lips pull up into a smile. How was he so cute? His little ramblings definitely helped lighten your mood. Not by a lot, but the tiniest amount. You make a mental note to send him a text sometime today, to let him know you weren’t feeling well. Which isn’t entirely a lie.

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The days continued to blend. Tuesday passed and so did Wednesday. You still weren’t ready to face the world, staying home each day in solitude. It wasn’t healthy, but it was how you were coping. Plus, your grades were good, and you never skipped, taking a week off for your mental health couldn’t hurt you that bad, right? 

The weather all week has been dreary, almost like nature wanted to match your mood. Dark clouds cover the sky while rain pelts against the windows. The dorm felt chilly, making you want to do nothing but cuddle up in the softest blanket you own.

A knock on the front door wakes you up. It was Thursday afternoon, both Shoko and Utahime gone for the day with classes. Though occasionally, Shoko will stop back at the dorm for a snack or nap. And she was notorious for forgetting her keys and locking herself out.

With a groan, you drag yourself from the bed. Wrapping a blanket around your pajama-clad body, draping it over your head like a hood and scuffing across the wood floor in your slippers. The knocking continues, louder now.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming, you really need to start checking you have everything before you leave the house,” you scold your roommate through the door. Even if you tell her 1000 times, she never remembers. You reach for the brass doorknob, working quickly to unlock and yank it open.

But it wasn’t Shoko standing on the other side.

There he was, forearm leaning against the wall just outside your door, baggy jeans and that gray hoodie you once borrowed. Dark brown hair worn down, out of the usual twin spikes. Your heart stops, dropping the blanket in a panic.

“Choso?” your voice squeaks out a bit more surprised than you had intended. “What are you doing here?” His eyes find yours, staring deep into your soul. The expression he wore was one of concern. Thick eyebrows drawn together, frown on his lips, his whole body tense.

“You didn’t text me.” He responds plainly.

“I’m fine, just not feeling well that's all.” you attempt to dismiss his worries, feeling a bit guilty for not messaging him back the other night. Now that you think about it, you haven’t spoken with him since before the incident. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” 

“Don’t care,” he grunts, taking a step closer to stand directly in front of you. A plastic bag you didn’t realize he was carrying crinkles in his other hand. “Besides, shouldn’t you be in class right now?” He had a point. Here you both are, skipping.

“I told you, I’m sick.” Not backing down, you continue looking in his golden brown orbs. It should be believable enough, your eyes glassy from all the shed tears this week. Your voice contains a hint of subtle scratchiness. To most, it should appear as though you are under the weather.

“Liar,” he calls you out instantly, his tone almost harsh, arms crossing over his chest. Letting out your name in a sigh, he softens, eyes pleading. “Please, don’t lie to me. I can tell something is wrong, but it’s not your health”

He caught you, and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was time for you to open up, purposefully reopen your wound and spill your guts. And maybe someone like Choso, someone who was a good listener and patient, would be the perfect person to be vulnerable with. Then you can heal, the damage fading away into nothing more than a scar. 

Choso shifts his weight back and forth uncomfortably in the hall, snapping yourself away from your thoughts to the present. You were staring at him in silence, contemplative look on your face while he silently awaited a response. 

“Want to come in?” You ask as you back up, stepping away from the door to allow him passage inside. He nods in response, walking through the entrance and brushing past you, the comforting scent of his cologne caressing your senses.

You lock the door behind him and follow his path into your kitchen. He has been over so many times now due to the shared project that he understands the layout like it’s a second home. He sets the grocery bag on the counter and proceeds to lean on the surface, chin resting in his hand as he watches you approach. 

“What’s in the bag?” You ask, finger pointed at the plastic concealing mystery items. 

“Ah, well…” his fingers fiddle with the handles before opening it. “I thought maybe you were sick so I picked up some things just in case.” He pauses as he scans the items in the bag, listing them outloud. “Cold medicine, cough drops, tissues, a heating pad, some soup. But I guess you don’t need any of that.” He lets out an awkward laugh, his cheeks turning pink.

How could someone be so thoughtful? He went out of his way to buy all these things with his own money and bring them by. He was worried. Another wave of guilt washes over you. You could have eased his mind if only you had texted him back a few days ago, instead, he assumed you were bedridden with the plague. Came all this way, wasted his hard-earned money, for nothing.

“Actually, I am a bit hungry. Some soup would be nice.” His eyes light up at your acceptance, already moving around the kitchen to locate a pot to cook the meal. It wasn’t a lie either, it had been a while since you ate a proper meal, some soup would be light and easy on your hungry stomach. 

“I hope ramen is ok,” he says after placing the pot of water on the stove. “That’s all the drug store had.” He reaches inside and pulls out two packets of ramen. A staple in every college student’s life.

“Ramen sounds great,” you smile.

As he cooks, he makes light conversation about how his week has gone. His classes, the practices, how Piercing Blood is dropping a new album soon. His voice fills the silence for once while you take on the role as listener. You love to hear his voice, to feel the excitement dripping in his tone whenever he mentions something he's particularly excited about. 

After a few minutes, he turns the burner off and divides the soup into two bowls, setting one directly in front of you. The savory chicken makes your mouth water, appetite returned once again. You ate like a starved woman, slurping it down at incredible speed. It was just simple, cheap ramen, but it tasted divine. Maybe, it was due to the fact that Choso made it for you. 

He watches you finish every last drop, lifting the bowl to your lips to savour the broth, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Still hungry? I can order some takeout if it wasn’t enough.” He lets out a low chuckle, his own spoon clattering in his empty bowl. 

“No, it was plenty! Thank you.” 

“Do you want to talk about what's going on now?” He asks quietly. It was time. You nod, but not here in the kitchen, it felt too open out here. You wanted to be in the safety of your own room. Plus, if either of your roommates come home early and find you getting emotional with Choso nearby, they may jump to conclusions and assume he's to blame for your mood the past week. 

“Follow me,” you murmur, leading him toward your bedroom. You close the door once you are both inside and make your way to sit on the edge of your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to sit beside you.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, his thumb chipping away the black nail polish on his index finger. It almost seemed like he was in a trance. 

“Choso?” you call to him. “Come sit with me…please?” Your soft plea gets his attention, and he nods.

But first, he removes the gray hoodie, tossing it onto the opposite side of the bed. The way the sleeves of his band shirt hug the curves of his biceps causes a wave of heat to race through your body. But you push the feeling aside. The bed creeks as he sits beside you, his bare arm just barely touching yours. The tiny amount of contact feels like an electric shock.

“So, tell me everything.” He focuses on you.

And you do. You tell him all about your relationship with Toji. How you met, every happy memory. And even now, after everything, there is still a bittersweet smile on your face as you recount the good days. Choso nods along as he listens, never once interrupting. 

He frowns when the story takes a darker turn. He had heard through the grapevine that the breakup was messy, but he never heard it from your own lips. His intense gaze bores into you as he listens, as if he was in disbelief anyone who claimed to love you could treat you in such away. After everything, the asshole turned around and treated you as if you were anything but special. 

“And I am such an idiot, Choso!” you exclaim as you plop down on your back against the bed.

“You're not” He attempts to interject, but you don’t listen.

“I am!” you can't stop the tears now as you think of the fresh memory of last weekend. Your hands fly to cover your face but they do nothing to hide your sobs. You don’t want him to see you like this, what would he think of you? What kind of face is he making right now? You're glad your fingers are blocking the view of him at this moment.

The bed dips under his weight as he lays on his side beside you, his warm fingers reaching to grasp yours. He pries your shield away, you're expected to be met with a look of disgust about your sudden outburst, but instead, all you can find is concern and care. The look he gives overloads your senses, something so sweet you could get addicted to it. Your stomach does a small flip.

“It’s ok to be sad,” he whispers, letting go of your hand and instead moving to cup your cheek. His calloused thumb wiping away the tears underneath your eye, his skin rough as it glides along yours. “You're allowed to mourn a relationship that's over.” The pad of his thumb traces stars along your cheek, a soothing motion that calms you down.

“I just…I thought I was past that stage. I was well on my way to moving on from everything. And I fucked it all up.” You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves. You haven’t admitted this to anyone yet. “I fucked him Choso…after the game last weekend when I went to get my stuff. God, I don't know what I was thinking, I couldn’t stop myself. And after…I felt awful. I felt dirty and wrong. I wish I could undo everything, because all it did was hurt me all over again. And it’s all my fault.”

His face remains mostly neutral as he listens, but you swear you catch a glimpse of his eye twitching when you admit to sleeping with Toji. 

“It’s not your fault.” He finally responds. “You were caught up in nostalgia, clouded by the good times. You just weren’t thinking rationally, it happens.” His fingers leave your face and move to twirl a strand of hair around his finger as he continues. “You're only human, we sometimes don't think out our actions and go off of our needs instead. Don't be too hard on yourself.”

“Your emotions are only natural. You've been through alot lately, and healing isn't linear. It takes time.” He pauses, gathering a deep breath before his next soft-spoken words. “And, I promise to be here for you every step of the way. How ever you need me– shoulder to cry on, friend to vent to– I'll be here.” He finishes his sentence and tucks the hair he was playing with behind your ear, eyes shimmering with affection as he gazes at you through his lashes.

His words sink in as you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes. Somehow, he knew exactly what to say, exactly what you needed to hear. And while it didn't magically cure you, not that you expected it to, it still helped. You have a long way to go until you can fully move on, but for now, you need to learn to be kinder to yourself. You can't erase the past; all you can do is move on from this point.

“Thanks Choso, I really needed that,” you whisper. Rolling off your back and onto your side to face him, your noses just barely out of touch. His breath is warm and minty with a touch of cigarette that tickles your nostrils. His lips, so close to yours yet they feel so far still.

“Of course, anything for you,” he responds, his eyes never once leaving yours. Continuing to thread his fingers through your hair.

The scent of his breath transports you back to the night you found him smoking behind the bar weeks ago. He seemed distraught that night. Like he was struggling to hold his emotions beneath the surface. 

Maybe it was his turn to open up today too.

“Choso?” You ask softly, your own hand coming to rest on the side of his face. His eyes drift closed at your touch, almost leaning into it.

“Hm?” He hums, a tired rumble in this throat.

“Are you…okay?” You don't know how to approach this conversation. “You once said you didn't feel like you were where you belonged, that you felt like a dying star in the sky.” His eyes fly open.

“I'm fine, ” he objects immediately, removing his hand from you and rolling onto his back, staring up at your ceiling. You let him avoid the question last time, but you refuse to back down now. He deserves someone to care for and comfort him just as he had done for you.

“No, you're not fine.” You correct him, moving closer yet again. His avoidant response confirms your suspicions; there is something deeper hidden away in his mind. You throw your arm across his body, chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Please, talk to me.” 

“Fine” he lets out a sigh after some thought, finally giving in to you. “But I promise, it's really not a big deal.” He continues to look anywhere but at you.

“I just…I haven't been enjoying the things I used to. I've lost the spark for my major and hockey no longer feels exciting. It's all just a routine to me now. At this point I feel like I'm just going through the motions to get by.”

“Everyone tells me I'm talented, the best goalie they have seen in years. One of the smartest students in the biology department. And now I feel like I'm being viewed on a pedestal, if I mess one little thing up, I'm going to disappoint everyone. Everyone is depending on me, they expect me to perform a certain way. I can’t let them down.”

“I'm not sure when I started feeling this way. Maybe sometime last season? It just consumes my life so much. Everyday it's just class and practice. And having to constantly think about my public appearance since pro teams are considering me. Deep down, I think I still enjoy it, but it feels like such a chore. I never have any time for myself, the little downtime I do have is filled with homework and doing things with the team. Hell, it’s to the point where I don’t even know what I would do with myself if I were given a free weekend.”

His eyes finally drift back to yours, exhaustion evident on his face. He’s always seemed to have those dark circles surrounding his eyelids ever since you met him. You assumed he just spent too much time staying up playing video games or out partying. But now you understand that’s not the case. He’s running himself into the ground.

“You look tired.” You remark.

“I am. Very tired.” he sighs. “I’m just so exhausted all the time. Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes and sleep forever, maybe then everything would stop feeling so suffocating. I just can’t imagine myself living like this everyday for the rest of my life.” 

Your heart breaks at his words. He has been suffering in silence for so long. Hiding it from everyone while it tears him apart from the inside out. No one should feel this way, should feel so alone and like they need to burden the pain by themselves. 

“Why don’t you just quit?” you blurt out like the answer to his problems was so obvious. He gives you a wild look, like you just said something so outlandish like the sky was falling. “Or you could change your major?” You slip in. 

“It’s not so simple.” he shakes his head. “For starters, it’s the middle of the season. I can’t possibly abandon the team now. And besides, the whole reason I’m here at this University is due to being chosen by the team. If they didn’t pick me, I would never be able to afford this.”

“But you deserve to have passions in your life, if you force yourself to stick with something that doesn’t bring joy now, you'll be miserable the rest of your life.” 

“I’m not doing this for me.” He quickly dismisses your concern. “Everything is for them, for my brothers.” Despite the weight of this conversation, he smiles slightly. 

“I’m doing this so they can have the future they deserve. As long as I’m making money, whether that's by completing my degree or signing a contract with a professional hockey league, I can fund their lives. After everything they have been through, I want them to pursue their dreams.” His eyes look glassy, holding back unshed tears. 

“But what about your dreams?” You whisper. He really is always thinking about others and never himself. 

“My dream is to see my brothers happy. If they are happy, then so am I.” 

“But you deserve happiness too! Your own happiness, your own dreams. You can act selfishly once in a while!”

“Maybe one day” he lets out a chuckle, putting on a brave face and pretending to not be bothered. Nothing you say right now will change his mind, not yet anyways. 

“Well, for now…can you at least try to take it easier? Rest more between classes and practice, make time to unwind each day, just try to take care of your body. You just keep going while your body is nearing empty, you are gonna burn out and crash. Hard.” Working in the veterinary field, you have witnessed some very severe burnouts from your classmates. Choso reminds you of them, starting out they were excited and happy until they stretched themselves thinner and thinner until finally snapping. You don’t want that to happen to him too.

“I…I’ll try.” He exhales. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise, I’ll try.” He reaches his hand toward yours, his pinky curling around yours in a sacred ritual. “Thank you” He whispers when he finally releases your finger.

“For what?”

“I don’t know…for listening to me? I've never gotten that off my chest before and I feel a bit…lighter, I guess. Talking with you just makes me feel better.” 

“Me too, Choso. I feel better now too.”

Choso stays over for a few more hours. Both of you exhausted from shedding that emotional weight. The two of you decide to just throw on a movie, pulling the blankets around your bodies like a cozy burrito. At some point, Choso’s hand found its way to your waist, rubbing up and down along your clothing mindlessly. 

“Practice soon,” he grunts when he checks the time, signaling he has to leave. He crawls out from the warmth of the blankets, your side already missing the absence of his palm. 

You can’t deny your attraction to him anymore. And after today, you know there is a genuine connection you share. You want to see him more, not as project partners and not exactly as friends either. He’s always in the back of your mind, making your heart flutter at the smallest thought of him.

Your eyes rake over his bare forearms stretching above his head, his well-trained muscles flexing under the skin. Suddenly, you feel brave. Unable to bite your tongue any longer.

“Do you want to get something to eat sometime?” You ask, not once looking away from his frame.

“No,” he responds instantly, breaking off in a yawn.

Huh? Did he say no? Did you misread the situation that poorly?

“Wait! Ugh, that came out rude. It’s not that I don’t want to go out and eat with you, I would actually really like to! But I’m just so busy right now, I really don’t know when I would have the time to sit down for dinner, I wouldn't want to rush our time. And there is a restaurant I even had in mind I thought you might like, but they are always booked up with reservations–” his cheeks turning rosy as he continues to ramble.

“Choso!” You giggle, snapping him out of this flustered state. “It's fine, I get it. Maybe after the season is over?” 

“Definitely after the season is over.” He smiles. 

“Another away game this week right?” You ask, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I'll be coming this time.” You admit.

“That’s fine, I didn't expect you to.” He pads back over to the edge of your bed. “But~ if we lose this one because my little good luck charm isn’t watching me from the stands…know it’s all your fault.” He teases, a smirk on his face as he pokes the tip of your nose. 

“You don’t need me, or luck.” You respond while rubbing the spot he touched. 

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “But I feel like I play better when you're around” He looks toward the door, an almost conflicted look on his face, wishing he could stay here in your room forever. But with a sigh, he is reminded of his responsibilities. Taking a slow step toward the door.

His hand wraps around the handle, but he freezes, turning back to look at you. Your name softly falling from his lips, a vulnerable look in his eyes. You meet his gaze, waiting expectantly for what he wants to say.

“Do you want to meet my brothers?” he asks. 

You have heard so much about them, and Choso has shown you so many pictures. They truly are the most important people in his life. How could you tell him no? Especially when he looks at you like he is attempting to share a hidden part of his soul. His fingers tighten around the metal doorknob.

You slide off the bed and bounce over to him, a wide smile on your face. 

“Of course! I would love to meet your brothers, Choso!” You exclaim. He lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Great. They are coming to visit next Saturday before the game. They always visit this time of year, and if I have time, all of us can grab some lunch beforehand. I could pick you up, I would really like to introduce them to you.” His cheeks flush slightly as he explains.

“I can't wait,” you smile at him. The past few hours with Choso have you feeling happier than you have in the past week. His words, his presence, it’s almost healing to be around. Your usual light breaking through the dark cloud yet again. 

“Me either,” he smiles back. “See ya around.” He goes to pull the door open, still hesitating to leave. 

“Good luck at practice” You whisper, wrapping your arms behind his waist in a hug. Your face burying into his chest, breathing in his scent. His arms instantly pull you in, bringing you impossibly close. He holds you tight as his nose presses into your hair, his soft breath fanning against you. This hug feels different than the last, than any moment you've spent with him. It’s warmer, it makes you feel soft and fuzzy, makes your heart beat wildly in your chest. The boundary between friendship and something more starting to blur. 

You never want this to end.

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New chapter this week!

Shattered Ice Masterlist

Breakups suck, but they hurt even more when the man you were in love with cheats on you. Your friends couldn't stand to see you rotting in the dorm for another day and instead dragged you out to the first big party of the year. The goal was to cheer you up but they accidentally let you drink one too many shots with the hockey team and watched as you made a complete fool of yourself. You wake up the next morning, no memories, and in a stranger's bed. The bed of the star goalie. Choso Kamo.

College AU, Hockey AU

Pairings: Choso x F!Reader, Toji x F!Reader

MDNI

Chapter Index

Class List

One- The Morning After

Two- Regrets

Three- Black Flash

Four- Honey

Bonus- Active Imagination

Five- Life Isn't Fair

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

[osohchoso]

Shattered Ice

Chapter Five- Life Isn't Fair

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Class list | Chapter 6 coming soon!

Content: minimal editing, mutual pining, choso fluff, reader is bad with feelings, mistakes, fingering, p in v sex, hurt no comfort (yet) MDNI!!!

You have been dreading this night for weeks. 

The away game with Kaisen University’s biggest rivals, known as the Assassins. Both teams were a force to be reckoned with, the final scores of their game usually close. But it’s not the game you weren’t excited for, you had no doubt in the Curses ability to win. 

It’s the fact that this is Toji’s college, and you were not excited to see him again.

You don’t normally attend the away games but tonight you had no choice. You needed to come collect the items you left behind after your breakup, then you can finally be done with him. Just have to make it through one more night.

You know it’s a bad idea coming, and to make matters worse, both Utahime and Shoko were busy with homework and needed to stay behind. Meaning it would just be you and Satoru. Knowing him, once the game ends he will skip off to find his boyfriend. Leaving you alone with Toji in his apartment.

You planned to stop by his place after the game is finished, just a quick stop. Get in, grab your things, get out. You weren’t interested in talking things out and you don’t have the energy to fight anymore. The faster you get your things the faster you can leave.

But part of you is worried that it won't end in a quick trip. Since the breakup, you haven't been out on any dates, solely focusing on friends and schoolwork. You needed to get laid badly. And if you're alone with Toji for too long, you just might take your pent-up energy out on him.

But hopefully that won't be the case.

“Ready to go?” Satoru waves to you as you exit your dorm, standing outside in jeans and a sweatshirt displaying the Curse’s logo on the front.

“Yeah, don’t want to be late,” you sigh sarcastically as you pull your jacket on tighter walking up to meet him, the late October air bringing chills to the core. 

The two of you walk along the sidewalk, making your way to the center of campus while he goes on and on about his classes and a date with Suguru where he shared way too much information. You do your best to stay focused, occasionally nodding along and giving small responses, but your mind happens to be elsewhere, plagued by thoughts of what this night will bring.

A string of coach buses are lined up in front of the arena, a few of the hockey players lined up carrying their equipment bags to load underneath. The university provides free transportation alongside the players to away games as encouragement for students to come cheer for the Curses, it has been pretty successful too. A large turnout in the student section each time.

“Suguru says he is in this one,” Satoru grabs your wrist with one hand and points to the last bus in the lineup with his other. As he drags you closer, you catch a glimpse of Choso. His back to you as he waits his turn to load his own gear. You were about to shout hi but Satoru was alreadying pulling you inside the bus.

“Hey! Back here!” The familiar voice of Suguru calls you both as he stands up from his seat near the middle, waving at both of you. Satoru runs down the aisle toward his dark-haired boyfriend, leaving you to follow behind in the dust. 

“I want the window seat!” Satoru shouts, pushing past him to sit in the open spot. Suguru just rolls his eyes. Once you're in reach, he pulls you into a friendly hug.

“I’m glad you're coming with us tonight, lame the others couldn't make it though. But you coming to support us means a lot for the team.” He releases you from the hug, a small smile on his face. He appears completely oblivious to the fake persona you wore in return. 

“Of course! You guys are going to kill it tonight.” You sit down in the seat across the aisle from him. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You smile back at him, hiding the fact that you really wish you could have skipped out tonight. Suguru settles back into his seat and dives straight into a conversation with Satoru, leaving you to feel like a third wheel. With a sigh, you scoot over to the window seat, looking out the window as the remaining members of the team load up. 

You're off in your own world, thinking of every scenario that might happen when you see Toji again. Is it too late to run off the bus and send Satoru to collect your things alone?

“Hey, this seat taken?” You look up, turning to the voice that interrupted your thoughts. Choso stands in the center of the aisle, hands stuffed in the pocket of his gray hoodie, one earbud blasting music in his right ear.  

“Nah, go ahead,” you muster a small smile, which he returns as he sits down next to you. 

Things with Choso have been different lately. The two of you quickly becoming friends, leaving all those awkward moments in the past. Your presence seems to help him relax during your public speaking class; you've picked up on all his nervous habits. Leg shaking, picking at his nails or skin. When you see the signs, you pass him a note, something silly drawn on a piece of paper and that is usually enough to snap him out of it. 

He’s actually a pretty good artist himself, even with the quick doodles he passes back you can tell he has talent. Maybe it’s because of all the anatomy classes he’s studied that helps him out, but if he fails at hockey or drops out of biology, his plan C can be art. Sometimes, when class is extra boring, the two of you play a game. You start a drawing and pass it to him to continue, switching back and forth every time your professor loses his train of thought and says ‘uh’.

Once a week you both meet at your dorm to work on the project together too. You've completed a considerable chunk of work too, putting you way ahead of schedule. Which is surprising due to the fact half of the time spent together is both of you goofing off. Constantly teasing each other and laughing at stupid videos until you're in tears. It’s been so much fun getting to know Choso, and you hope you will stay friends once the project is finished and this semester is over. 

But, unfortunately for you, you can’t keep your eyes off him lately. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? Butterflies have started to spawn in your stomach every time you see a message from him, every time someone brings him up in conversation. He’s always on your mind. Every game, he was all you could focus on, and you found yourself searching for him at every celebration after. Even if you just stopped by to congratulate him with a drink. And when he wasn’t looking, you would shamelessly eye him up and down, picturing the muscled body hidden beneath his clothes. 

Sometimes it was hard to focus when he talked to you, watching the curve of his soft lips. You can’t even remember the kiss you shared at that first party, it felt erased from existence but you so desperately want to taste him again. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had sex in so long? But you really don’t want to say anything, things can't return to being weird between him again. So you bite your tongue, ready to hide your developing crush until the day you die. 

“You okay? Something seems…off.” He brings his face inches before yours, thick brows drawn together and nose scrunched as he studies your face.

“Yeah, I’m fi–”

“Liar,” he cuts you off. “You're a really bad liar.” 

“How do you know?” You frown, not expecting him to see through you so easily. 

“You do this thing when you lie,” he backs his face away from your personal space, the air between you suddenly feeling cold with his absence. “Your eyes always dart to the left.” Your jaw drops, you had no idea you did that, yet somehow he was able to pick up on the quirk so easily.

“So stop hiding and tell me what’s wrong.” He leans back in the seat, legs stretching out as much as the row in front allows him. 

“This is my ex’s college you're playing against,” you let out a long sigh and melt into your seat, head reclined back until you're staring straight up at the bus ceiling. He pops the earbud out and hides it away in his pocket, turning to give you his full attention. 

“The truth is, I didn’t want to come tonight, I wanted to stay far away from him. But I left something very important to me at his place after the breakup. I’m going over there to get it back after the game today…” You tilt your head to look over at Choso, seeing his brows furrow more and a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He doesn't hesitate to ask. His offer is tempting. With Choso at your side, you would feel a sense of security. Toji probably won’t try to make a move on you with him in the same room, but Choso being there could bring on a whole new set of problems. 

Toji was very possessive when it came with you, he didn’t like when other men so much as even glanced at you. Whenever you were out in public he made sure to keep you close, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close at all times. He left no room for anyone to  even try to think the two of you weren’t together. And the few rare occasions when another guy tried to push their luck by getting a little too friendly with you, always ended with them leaving needing stitches. 

Even now, when you aren’t his, you weren’t sure how he would respond to your male friend accompanying you to his place. In an effort to keep this meeting as smooth as possible, it's best he stays out of it. 

“I’ll be fine,” you shake your head, dismissing his offer. He narrows his eyes, not believing the words coming from your lips. He almost looks like he is about to object, insisting on coming with you, but you quickly change the topic. “What were you listening to?” You ask, watching the smile return to his face. 

“Just a metal band I like, they are called Piercing Blood. I've been a huge fan of them even before they got big, I went to one of their first shows years ago and have been listening to them ever since.” He continues on and on about them, the way he gets so passionate about his interests is so cute. Waving his hands widely around, his eyes opened wide as he gets sucked back into the memories. 

“I met the singer too!” he says excitedly, digging his phone out of his pocket. He scrolls through his camera roll for a while and then shoves the phone in your face, showing a picture of a much younger Choso standing next to the band member. Choso must have still been in high school; he looked a bit smaller than he does now, his hair longer. His pale face missing the signature tattoo and his wide smile guarded with braces. 

“Awww, you look so cute!” you coo as your fingers dance across the screen of his phone to zoom in on his baby face. He immediately yanks his phone away, locking the screen and tucking it back in his pocket.

“Sh-shut up! I’m not cute,” he whispers to you under his breath, bright red as he looks away. Probably regretting ever showing you that picture of himself. You suppress your giggle, not wanting to embarrass him even more. 

“Can I listen to them with you?” you suggest. He slowly turns back to you again, his face still flushed and a tooth digging into his bottom lip nervously. Still, he nods, his fingers retrieving one small ear bud and passing it to you. His fingers brushing against yours as you receive it.

“I would really like that,” he admits quietly before positioning the other earbud in his own ear. “But you might not like the music,” he chuckles to himself as he unpauses his song. A loud guitar rift blasting in your ear as you're transported to another dimension. One special to Choso, one he normally keeps hidden away from everyone but with you he couldn’t wait to share it. You can instantly understand why he likes this band so much, you can feel the energy and raw passion through each note.

Neither of you speak for much of the rest of the ride, both listening intently. His voice occasionally interrupts with a few side comments to drop lore on band members and the meanings behind the songs. At some point his head begins resting against yours, his hair tickling your skin. 

Everything with Choso lately feels so comfortable, comes so easy. After everything you have been through lately, it’s refreshing.

The bus comes to a stop in front of the ice rink, several of the other hockey players eagerly standing and moving toward the exit. Yet Choso doesn’t move. You take the earbud out and poke him in the side, causing him to stiffen under your touch.

“You better get going, don’t want to get left behind.” You inform him, looking past to the seat across the aisle where Suguru and Satoru are giving each other some final kisses before they separate. Turning back to Choso, you look him in the eyes, emotions you can't quite interpret simmering in his gaze as he looks at you. 

“Good luck today,” you tell him with a small smile. Just being near him had helped calm your nerves, not completely but enough to make it through the night. 

“Thanks for coming, I feel like I always play better when you're watching,” he admiths shyly, pink blooming on his cheeks once again. He raises a hand, reaching out toward you but then he freezes, dropping it back into his lap and curling his fingers into a fist. “Sit with me again on the ride back? I have more songs I want to show you.” He taps his foot as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you smile warmly at him. You're not sure what possessed your next move, your arms moving before your brain could catch up, wrapping them around him in a friendly hug. It seemed to startle him at first, his hands unsure where to go until they find their home behind your back. The pads of his fingers just barely pressing against the jacket you wore. The two of you stay in that embrace for just a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Have fun,” you tell him when you break back apart.

“Thanks,” he smiles, awkwardly bringing a hand up to pat the top of your head, slightly messing up your hair. You throw a fake pout his way, a rumble of laughter coming from his chest as he stands up and makes his way off the bus. 

You let out a sigh as you watch him leave, wishing he could just skip out on his goalie responsibilities and hang out with you the whole night instead. A cough snaps you from your daydreaming, turning to the source of the sound to find a very smug looking Satoru who witnessed your whole exchange with Choso.

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Just as you had expected, it was a close match the whole game. The curses and assassins butting heads all night long. A few exciting fights broke out on the ice, one started by Sukuna and another by Toji, the usual culprits. Thankfully, your school managed to pull through with the win.

It would be a little over an hour before the bus left to take the students and team back to home base, giving the players enough time to pack up and grab a victory beer from one of the nearby bars. This little break will be enough for you to run by Toji’s apartment, grab your things and leave. If you're quick, maybe you can still meet up with the team and celebrate with Choso before leaving.

You stand outside Toji’s apartment, fist raised in hesitation like you're unable to knock. An invisible wall stopping you from completing the motion, warning lights flashing in your brain telling you to turn back now before it is too late. And you almost did, about to turn and flee with your tail tucked between your legs when the door is pulled open wide. Toji standing on the other side, hair still damp and dripping droplets that glisten on this bare chest. The only thing clinging to his body was a tight pair of dark blue boxers.

“You going to keep standing outside my door, or are you coming in?” He asks, sounding slightly annoyed, a scowl on his face as he looks you over. Unluckily for you, he was in a shit mood. He always was after his team lost. 

You say nothing in response, just offering a nod and awkwardly pushing past him into his space. You look around, it’s just as you remembered it. Chaotic and messy, you were never able to find anything when you stayed over but to him it was perfectly organized. 

“Not even a hello?” he mocks, closing the door behind you, crossing his arms as he follows.

“Hi,” you throw back sarcastically, your voice coming out a bit scratchy with how much you were screaming earlier at the game. Your eyes linger on his abs, following the lines of each muscle until you reach the band of the boxers. “Couldn’t bother to put clothes on?” 

“Relax, it's nothing you haven’t seen before,” he chuckles, eliciting an eye roll from yourself. 

“Where’s my stuff?” you get right to the point, not wanting to linger around more than necessary. 

“On the dresser in my room.”

You don’t wait for him, taking initiative and making your way to his bedroom. You walk over to the oak dresser and spy a plastic grocery bag sitting on top. Peering inside, you spy a few of your missing items: lip gloss, a few necklaces, a shirt you like to sleep in. And of course, your cherished bottle of perfume. Closing your eyes, you release the air you were holding in your lungs, a sigh of relief to have it back again. 

Something beyond the bag catches your eye, a framed picture of you and Toji. Taken during the end of season party last year, one of the only times the two of you dressed up to go out anywhere. You looked fantastic that night, and you hate to admit it but so did he. His tie matched the shade of your dress perfectly, a dress that barely made it home in one piece before he ripped it off you.

You lean forward and pick the frame up, gazing at both of you. Getting dragged into a sea of memories. Every happy little moment, every smile, every joke. Back when everything was less painful. Even now, you can’t control the small smirk creeping across your face. Thankfully, your back was facing him, or you would never hear the end of it. 

“You kept this?” You sound surprised as you set the photo back down carefully. You didn’t think he was the type of guy to be sentimental, to keep things around after a breakup. 

His chest presses up against your back now, his hands caging you against the dresser as he gazes at the picture. 

“Of course I did,” he whispers, breath brushing past your ear and sending shivers down your spine. “I love that picture of us, we look good. We look-” he hesitates speaking the next word, all his earlier frustrations seemingly melted away. “We look happy.”

And at the time, you were happy. Life felt worth living, it felt exciting. 

You spin around to face him, the wood of the dresser digging into your lower back. Looking into his eyes you can read a mix of his feelings. Regret, sadness and love. 

One more time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You don’t think too hard on your inner turmoil as you wrap your arms behind his neck, your lips attacking his in a fierce kiss that he returns. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, frantically seeking out your own, a muffled moan escaping him once he finally makes contact. You swear you can feel the outline of his hardening dick pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric separating him from you. A familiar heat swirls deep inside you, craving more.  

“I fucking hate you,” you growl against his lips.

“And I love you,” he whispers as he pulls away to catch his breath. His strong hands grabbing a fist full of your ass, the pads of his fingers digging in almost painfully, and hoisting you up onto his dresser. 

You don’t want to hear it, you don't want to hear the woes of how he misses you and regrets everything he has done. Just once, you want to forget. Pretend to be strangers, ignore the history between you two. You can tell he has more to say, the way he looks at you like you are still the most important thing in his life, a goddess before him threatening to bring him to his knees.

“Just shut your mouth and fuck me already,” you bark out the command abruptly, interrupting whatever inner thoughts were racing in his mind. His appreciative gaze snapping into one of a predator.

“Yes ma’am” he responds, the corner of his scarred lips pulling up into a confident smirk. His fingers make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your legs. Carelessly discarded on his floor along with the panties you were wearing.

You barely have time to adjust to the rush of cold air against your bare skin before the sudden sensation of his thumb is on you. Warm and calloused, rubbing small circles on your clit. You can't help but close your eyes and bite your lip.

“Nope, don’t do that pretty girl,” Toji scolds you sarcastically, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tugging your bottom lip free from your teeth. “Besides, that's for me to bite.” He brings his lips back to yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Within the same breath, he slips one finger and then another inside your wet heat.

“Fuck baby, I missed this cunt,” he gasps against your lips. His fingers pumping rhythmically inside, your hips bucking forward as you greedily sought more of his attention. 

“Oh god,” you sigh, your head falling forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder as his fingers work their magic. It has been so long since you felt this good. Small gasps and moans fall from your lips with each wave of pleasure. Opening your eyes and looking down, you can see the very prominent tent in his boxers, his dick straining against the confines of fabric.

You press a hand to his chest and drag it down, torturously slow. Feeling how his muscles contract in reaction to your touch as you get lower and lower, all the while never slowing the pace his fingers had set, not until your finger dip under the waistband of his boxers. The moment your hand wraps around his shaft, his brain short circuits. He stills his hand inside you and his ees meet yours once again, begging silently. You glide your hand up and down, noticing how he subtly thrusts into your palm more and more like he can't get enough.

“Toji…I need more,” you practically whine. 

He didn’t need to be told twice, quickly withdrawing his hand and lifting you off the dresser. He carries you over to his bed and throws you down with a soft thud. Both of you removing the remaining layers of clothing before he's hovering over you, stroking himself into his hand a few times before he lines himself with your dripping entrance. 

With the way he hesitated, you almost thought he might make you beg. And with the state you were in right now, you would. You needed this like you needed air.

It seems he could hardly control himself, guiding his length inside the next second. His cock stretching you deliciously, teetering between pain and pleasure. Your nails clawed at his back as he shoved himself in further and further, and you're positive the next day he will be left with angry red lines in memory of you.

He pauses when he’s fully inside, knowing that you need a moment to adjust to him. But he can’t stop touching you completely, his rough hands roaming over you. His lips and teeth biting and sucking every stretch of skin he could reach, claiming you as his. Pinching one nipple between two fingers while his teeth scrape against the bud of the other. His cock twitching inside you, screaming to move. He looks up from your breast with a feral look in his eyes.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he murmurs low and deep, almost sounding apologetic. Pulling himself out to thrust back in, dragging the thick vein of his cock against your walls.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me” He pants out. “All mine.” All you can manage in response is a strangled moan. You didn't care enough right now to correct him, to tell him you weren’t his anymore, too lost in the pleasure he was delivering. 

“So perfect f’me,” he praises you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room along with your moans and his deep breathing. “Squeezing me so tight, you're close aren’t ya?” He doesn't wait for a response, moving his thumb to your clit once again and rubbing circles as he slams into you harder and harder. “Cum on my cock, love.”

It didn’t take much longer to tip you over the edge, the overload of sensations finally too much to bear. Your back arches off the bed, nails biting his shoulder blades, crying his name out over and over. 

“Heh…fuck…” he pants, knowing he’s close to his own release too. With the way your walls contract and embrace him, he can’t take it. “Too good to me, this cunt is too good.” His voice comes out hoarse. A few more sloppy thrusts and he’s pulling himself out, painting your stomach with his hot cum. 

For a moment, neither of you move, neither of you speak. As if you both can’t comprehend that that just happened. You stare at each other in silence as you catch your breath, bodies sweaty and pressed together tightly.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Toji is the first to speak, rising off of you and striding across the room to grab a towel. He returns and gently cleans up the mess he left behind on your skin.

Toji joins you back on the bed, planting a light kiss on your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips just like he used to do. Something you used to find so sweet, but now it’s suddenly making you sick to your stomach. What did you just do? Toji pulls your back against his chest, his nose pressing into the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent. The adrenaline finally starts to wear off, your thoughts no longer clouded by lust. This is all starting to feel too familiar, too cozy. It feels just like old times, and now it feels so wrong.

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear softly. And that’s all it took for you to snap.

“No!” You pull away, sitting up in the bed to glare at him. 

“What do you mean ‘no’?” he scoffs. “I do love you. We made up, did we not?” Your jaw drops. Does he seriously think everything is suddenly ok between you two just because you hooked up? That this is all it took for you to forgive him and accept him back with open arms? 

“No Toji, you just can’t do this!” You raise your voice, you knew this was a bad idea. You should have never came here alone, you should have brought Choso with you when he offered, and you shouldn’t have fucked Toji again. Your old wounds are threatening to reopen, throat going dry as the emotions become overwhelming. 

Scrambling out of the bed, you frantically try to locate your clothing. Scattered all across his room. You need out of here and fast.

“Please…just listen to me,” he stands up to follow you around the room as you slip into your shirt. “I never meant–”

“No, please stop” You interrupt him, high-pitched and slightly panicked. This is what you were trying to avoid by coming here. 

“We were happy, I can still make you happy.” He waves an arm, motioning toward his dresser where that picture of the two of you sits. You notice your jeans and underwear piled on the floor in front of where he points. You walk over and pull them on.

“Were! We were happy.” You spit the word from your mouth like venom. “That’s the key word.” 

“You never fucking listen to me!” His frustration from earlier returns, his voice echoing off the walls of the room. He sighs your name. “You never want to hear me out, never let me explain myself–”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear any more bullshit excuses!” You whirl around as you yell, tears threatening to fall from your lashes. Eyebrows drawn together as you attempt to maintain your composure. “You can’t just-” your voice cracks and you avert your eyes. “You can’t just throw away the life we had and go back to normal, you can’t ignore the mistakes that drove us apart. You can’t just say you love me after the way you broke me.” It's like your words stabbed him, digging and twisting a knife until he looked at you with a pained expression.

“This was a mistake,” you sigh, still refusing to meet his eyes. “We should have never done this tonight.” He doesn’t dare respond, backs turned to each other.

“Maybe it was,”

“Goodbye Toji,” you snatch your items off the dresser and make your way toward the door, not allowing yourself one last look at him. This was goodbye, forever this time. You exit his apartment, door slamming shut behind you.

As quick as you can, you leave the complex. Pushing the main doors open and out to the cool air. It was late now, the chilly fall air contrasting with the hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You don’t even know when you started crying, and now you can't stop. Everything was too much right now.

You pull your phone out and check the time, you definitely missed the after party. In fact, the bus may leave you behind soon if you don't hurry. Being stranded here, at Toji’s college, will only fuel your nightmare. You pick up pace as you walk back to where the buses are waiting. Swiping away the many notifications from Satoru, Shoko and Choso. You don’t really want to talk to any of them right now. 

Thankfully, you made it to the bus before it left. Just barely. 5 more minutes and you may have been stuck here for the night. As you step into the bus, you notice how almost every seat is full. You spot a few empty ones near the back. Making your way down the aisle, you pass by familiar faces of the hockey team, but to you, it appeared as a blur. Seeing the shapes of the students but not being able to pick out their features. Everything about you felt numb.

And then you saw Choso, the only face that stood out from the crowd. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. His back leaning against the window, feet sprawling out on the seat beside him. Likely saving it for someone, you. 

The second he saw you, his face lit up. Almost like a puppy whose owner just came home from work. Did he call out your name? You weren’t sure. The whole world sounded like you were underwater. He pulled his legs off the spot beside him, making room for you.

But you couldn’t. Something stopped you. Seeing Choso after everything that happened tonight somehow made you feel worse. Guilty. Dirty. Wrong. It hit you like a wave of nausea, and you couldn’t explain it. Even though you promised to see him again on the way back, you needed to get away. Needed to be alone.  

You pretended to not notice him, averting your attention from Choso, head down to hide your whirlwind of emotions and continuing to walk toward the back of the bus. You didn’t dare look at him, afraid to see his happy, carefree expression morph into one of hurt. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you and him again, but you just can’t bring yourself to talk to him after everything. You knew he would ask how things went with your ex, and you didn’t want to explain yourself or have a breakdown with a busload of witnesses.

Thankfully, there were two empty spots at the very back of the bus. You take your seat next to the window, resting your head against the cool glass and closing your eyes. 

But to your dismay, another straggler got on the bus late, choosing to sit right next to you. Opening one eye, you peer over at who is sitting beside you, only to be met with your mortal enemy, Sukuna. You groan loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“What, you and Kamo having a lover’s spat?” he teased, rolling his eyes at you.

As if you weren’t wounded enough, that one cut even deeper. Tears bubbling up uncontrollably, you couldn’t stop if you tried. Sukuna’s eyes went wide, shocked by your reaction to his comment. The two of you always clash heads, but he’s never seen you respond like this to one of his remarks.

“Hey hey…I didn’t mean it like that,” he hesitantly puts an arm around you and you melt into him, sobbing into his jacket without a care. His large hand rubs along your back in a soothing pattern, a softness you didn’t think he was even capable of. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice drops to a whisper, his chin resting on top of your head.

“No!” you immediately respond, you fists wrinkling the fabric of his clothes as you cling to him. “It’s just not fair…it’s not fair…” you choke out. 

“I know…life isn’t fair kid.” 

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Gym Rat!

Personal Trainer!Choso x F!reader

Content: no use of y/n, working out, dry humping, praise, unprotected sex (p in v), multiple positions, creampie

Personal Trainer!Choso whose hand brushes against yours when you reach for the last container of chocolate protein powder in the grocery store. He notices your shy smile as you quickly retract your hand, assuring him he can have it.

Personal Trainer!Choso who insists you buy it, practically shoving the protein powder into your own cart as you object. As much as he prefers the chocolate flavor over the vanilla option, he would gladly sacrifice his preference if it made someone as beautiful as you smile again.

Personal Trainer!Choso who can’t stop himself from gushing about his passions when you compliment his shirt, the tight black fabric sporting the red arrow logo of his in-home gym. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as you give him your undivided attention, wide eyes glittering with interest.

Personal Trainer!Choso who offers to train you when you explain your New Year’s resolution is to build more muscle. He asks for your phone number so he can send you his website, wanting to prove to you he is legit and credentialed, not some creep trying to lure you into his basement. 

Personal Trainer!Choso who wants to sweeten the deal, assuring you the first session was free. He just wanted an excuse to get to know you better. He practically chokes when you accept without hesitation, planning to be at his house tomorrow evening.

Personal Trainer!Choso whose mouth goes dry at the sight of you standing in his house, your curves concealed in a tight matching work-out set, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Personal Trainer!Choso who preaches the importance of stretching before beginning the workout. He models a few exercises aimed at your quads and hamstrings, examining your form with an appreciative gaze.

Personal Trainer!Choso  who stands closely behind to spot you during your squat routine, whispering words of motivation as you adjust the barbell on your shoulders, it’s heavier than you’re used to. "You can handle it," his gruff voice assures you.

Personal Trainer!Choso  who scolds you immediately when your ass brushes against the front of his shorts, sending a shiver racing through him, he educates you on dangers of your improper technique. He doesn’t hesitate to put his hands on you as he adjusts your form. One strong hand grasping your inner thigh to widen your stance, the other firmly pressed to your back to prevent you from bending your spine.

Personal Trainer!Choso who doesn’t realize how dirty it sounds when he said, “you can take it deeper than that,” while challenging you to squat lower.

Personal Trainer!Choso who can’t force himself to look away when you take a sip of water, your shaky hands spilling it down the front of you. The fabric of your shirt clinging to your breasts and soaking through to the skin underneath.

Personal Trainer!Choso who couldn’t believe his ears when you asked if he would be uncomfortable if you continued the workout without your shirt, his eyes widening in surprise as he finds out the sports bra underneath also matched your outfit perfectly.

Personal Trainer!Choso who watches the way your glutes twitch and shake with each rep of your hip thrusts, your out of breath gasps music to his ears.

Personal Trainer!Choso who is feeling cocky, claiming he could hip thrust your weight easily, a smirk crossing your face as you take him up on that challenge. His shoulder blades pressed to the sideways bench and feet planted firmly on the floor as he invites you to sit on his lap, arms crossed behind his head in an arrogant display.

Personal Trainer!Choso who, to no one's surprise, effortlessly dips you up and down as if you weighed nothing on top of him. "Told ya so," he boasts but doesn't stop.

Personal Trainer!Choso who can feel your heat radiating onto his hard bulge with each thrust up. The spandex of your leggings does little to shield the shape of your cunt from him. He guarantees you can feel him too, judging by the way your teeth dig into your bottom lip and your nails grip his shirt.

Personal Trainer!Choso who can’t stop the involuntary groan that comes rolling off his tongue, trying to play it off as a typical grunt you would hear from other weightlifters.

Personal Trainer!Choso who starts to get a little too confident, thrusting faster and faster as he watches your face twist in enjoyment. Your own hips grinding against him as you seek more friction. Both becoming so lost in the sensation that he almost drops you. His hands flying to grip your ass, fingertips digging into the pliable flesh as he holds you against him.

Personal Trainer!Choso who can’t believe his ears when you are the one to suggest an idea for a "better workout".

Personal Trainer!Choso whose mind can't comprehend how he got into this situation. His shorts and boxers discarded and back still pressed against the bench as you lower yourself back onto his lap, his swollen tip easily slipping inside your entrance.

Personal Trainer!Choso  who resumes his repetitions, his nails biting into the skin at your hips as he holds you down on him, frantically burying himself deep inside your heat. He wishes he could rip that sports bra off your breasts, wanting to watch how they bounce on each messy thrust instead of being held hostage by the tight material.

Personal Trainer!Choso whose legs are about to give out, unable to hold his position any longer. He grasps your waist and presses your back to the foam tiles covering the gym floor. Gripping your legs and pushing your knees up to your chest. Pulling himself out just to drive back in even harder, tip bullying your cervix on every mean shove.

Personal Trainer!Choso whose calloused thumb was rubbing rough circles on your clit while he continued to slam into you, your loud moans filling the air alongside the sound of skin slapping skin. He can feel the way you were clenching around him, practically sucking him in. You were just as close as he was.

Personal Trainer!Choso who fucked you through your orgasm, refusing to let up pace as he whispered praises. “Such a good girl for me, you take me so well,” all while he nears his own climax. He can’t bring himself to pull away from your wet heat, painting the inside of you with hot ropes of cum.

Personal Trainer!Choso who collapses onto the foam tile next to you, chest heaving and drenched in sweat after the intense workout routine you both shared, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he says, “good thing we stretched first”.

Personal Trainer!Choso  who can't stop the smile forming on his lips when you ask when your next ‘training session’ will be.

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Shattered Ice

Chapter Five- Life Isn't Fair

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: minimal editing, mutual pining, choso fluff, reader is bad with feelings, mistakes, fingering, p in v sex, hurt no comfort (yet) MDNI!!!

You have been dreading this night for weeks. 

The away game with Kaisen University’s biggest rivals, known as the Assassins. Both teams were a force to be reckoned with, the final scores of their game usually close. But it’s not the game you weren’t excited for, you had no doubt in the Curses ability to win. 

It’s the fact that this is Toji’s college, and you were not excited to see him again.

You don’t normally attend the away games but tonight you had no choice. You needed to come collect the items you left behind after your breakup, then you can finally be done with him. Just have to make it through one more night.

You know it’s a bad idea coming, and to make matters worse, both Utahime and Shoko were busy with homework and needed to stay behind. Meaning it would just be you and Satoru. Knowing him, once the game ends he will skip off to find his boyfriend. Leaving you alone with Toji in his apartment.

You planned to stop by his place after the game is finished, just a quick stop. Get in, grab your things, get out. You weren’t interested in talking things out and you don’t have the energy to fight anymore. The faster you get your things the faster you can leave.

But part of you is worried that it won't end in a quick trip. Since the breakup, you haven't been out on any dates, solely focusing on friends and schoolwork. You needed to get laid badly. And if you're alone with Toji for too long, you just might take your pent-up energy out on him.

But hopefully that won't be the case.

“Ready to go?” Satoru waves to you as you exit your dorm, standing outside in jeans and a sweatshirt displaying the Curse’s logo on the front.

“Yeah, don’t want to be late,” you sigh sarcastically as you pull your jacket on tighter walking up to meet him, the late October air bringing chills to the core. 

The two of you walk along the sidewalk, making your way to the center of campus while he goes on and on about his classes and a date with Suguru where he shared way too much information. You do your best to stay focused, occasionally nodding along and giving small responses, but your mind happens to be elsewhere, plagued by thoughts of what this night will bring.

A string of coach buses are lined up in front of the arena, a few of the hockey players lined up carrying their equipment bags to load underneath. The university provides free transportation alongside the players to away games as encouragement for students to come cheer for the Curses, it has been pretty successful too. A large turnout in the student section each time.

“Suguru says he is in this one,” Satoru grabs your wrist with one hand and points to the last bus in the lineup with his other. As he drags you closer, you catch a glimpse of Choso. His back to you as he waits his turn to load his own gear. You were about to shout hi but Satoru was alreadying pulling you inside the bus.

“Hey! Back here!” The familiar voice of Suguru calls you both as he stands up from his seat near the middle, waving at both of you. Satoru runs down the aisle toward his dark-haired boyfriend, leaving you to follow behind in the dust. 

“I want the window seat!” Satoru shouts, pushing past him to sit in the open spot. Suguru just rolls his eyes. Once you're in reach, he pulls you into a friendly hug.

“I’m glad you're coming with us tonight, lame the others couldn't make it though. But you coming to support us means a lot for the team.” He releases you from the hug, a small smile on his face. He appears completely oblivious to the fake persona you wore in return. 

“Of course! You guys are going to kill it tonight.” You sit down in the seat across the aisle from him. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You smile back at him, hiding the fact that you really wish you could have skipped out tonight. Suguru settles back into his seat and dives straight into a conversation with Satoru, leaving you to feel like a third wheel. With a sigh, you scoot over to the window seat, looking out the window as the remaining members of the team load up. 

You're off in your own world, thinking of every scenario that might happen when you see Toji again. Is it too late to run off the bus and send Satoru to collect your things alone?

“Hey, this seat taken?” You look up, turning to the voice that interrupted your thoughts. Choso stands in the center of the aisle, hands stuffed in the pocket of his gray hoodie, one earbud blasting music in his right ear.  

“Nah, go ahead,” you muster a small smile, which he returns as he sits down next to you. 

Things with Choso have been different lately. The two of you quickly becoming friends, leaving all those awkward moments in the past. Your presence seems to help him relax during your public speaking class; you've picked up on all his nervous habits. Leg shaking, picking at his nails or skin. When you see the signs, you pass him a note, something silly drawn on a piece of paper and that is usually enough to snap him out of it. 

He’s actually a pretty good artist himself, even with the quick doodles he passes back you can tell he has talent. Maybe it’s because of all the anatomy classes he’s studied that helps him out, but if he fails at hockey or drops out of biology, his plan C can be art. Sometimes, when class is extra boring, the two of you play a game. You start a drawing and pass it to him to continue, switching back and forth every time your professor loses his train of thought and says ‘uh’.

Once a week you both meet at your dorm to work on the project together too. You've completed a considerable chunk of work too, putting you way ahead of schedule. Which is surprising due to the fact half of the time spent together is both of you goofing off. Constantly teasing each other and laughing at stupid videos until you're in tears. It’s been so much fun getting to know Choso, and you hope you will stay friends once the project is finished and this semester is over. 

But, unfortunately for you, you can’t keep your eyes off him lately. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? Butterflies have started to spawn in your stomach every time you see a message from him, every time someone brings him up in conversation. He’s always on your mind. Every game, he was all you could focus on, and you found yourself searching for him at every celebration after. Even if you just stopped by to congratulate him with a drink. And when he wasn’t looking, you would shamelessly eye him up and down, picturing the muscled body hidden beneath his clothes. 

Sometimes it was hard to focus when he talked to you, watching the curve of his soft lips. You can’t even remember the kiss you shared at that first party, it felt erased from existence but you so desperately want to taste him again. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had sex in so long? But you really don’t want to say anything, things can't return to being weird between him again. So you bite your tongue, ready to hide your developing crush until the day you die. 

“You okay? Something seems…off.” He brings his face inches before yours, thick brows drawn together and nose scrunched as he studies your face.

“Yeah, I’m fi–”

“Liar,” he cuts you off. “You're a really bad liar.” 

“How do you know?” You frown, not expecting him to see through you so easily. 

“You do this thing when you lie,” he backs his face away from your personal space, the air between you suddenly feeling cold with his absence. “Your eyes always dart to the left.” Your jaw drops, you had no idea you did that, yet somehow he was able to pick up on the quirk so easily.

“So stop hiding and tell me what’s wrong.” He leans back in the seat, legs stretching out as much as the row in front allows him. 

“This is my ex’s college you're playing against,” you let out a long sigh and melt into your seat, head reclined back until you're staring straight up at the bus ceiling. He pops the earbud out and hides it away in his pocket, turning to give you his full attention. 

“The truth is, I didn’t want to come tonight, I wanted to stay far away from him. But I left something very important to me at his place after the breakup. I’m going over there to get it back after the game today…” You tilt your head to look over at Choso, seeing his brows furrow more and a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He doesn't hesitate to ask. His offer is tempting. With Choso at your side, you would feel a sense of security. Toji probably won’t try to make a move on you with him in the same room, but Choso being there could bring on a whole new set of problems. 

Toji was very possessive when it came with you, he didn’t like when other men so much as even glanced at you. Whenever you were out in public he made sure to keep you close, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close at all times. He left no room for anyone to  even try to think the two of you weren’t together. And the few rare occasions when another guy tried to push their luck by getting a little too friendly with you, always ended with them leaving needing stitches. 

Even now, when you aren’t his, you weren’t sure how he would respond to your male friend accompanying you to his place. In an effort to keep this meeting as smooth as possible, it's best he stays out of it. 

“I’ll be fine,” you shake your head, dismissing his offer. He narrows his eyes, not believing the words coming from your lips. He almost looks like he is about to object, insisting on coming with you, but you quickly change the topic. “What were you listening to?” You ask, watching the smile return to his face. 

“Just a metal band I like, they are called Piercing Blood. I've been a huge fan of them even before they got big, I went to one of their first shows years ago and have been listening to them ever since.” He continues on and on about them, the way he gets so passionate about his interests is so cute. Waving his hands widely around, his eyes opened wide as he gets sucked back into the memories. 

“I met the singer too!” he says excitedly, digging his phone out of his pocket. He scrolls through his camera roll for a while and then shoves the phone in your face, showing a picture of a much younger Choso standing next to the band member. Choso must have still been in high school; he looked a bit smaller than he does now, his hair longer. His pale face missing the signature tattoo and his wide smile guarded with braces. 

“Awww, you look so cute!” you coo as your fingers dance across the screen of his phone to zoom in on his baby face. He immediately yanks his phone away, locking the screen and tucking it back in his pocket.

“Sh-shut up! I’m not cute,” he whispers to you under his breath, bright red as he looks away. Probably regretting ever showing you that picture of himself. You suppress your giggle, not wanting to embarrass him even more. 

“Can I listen to them with you?” you suggest. He slowly turns back to you again, his face still flushed and a tooth digging into his bottom lip nervously. Still, he nods, his fingers retrieving one small ear bud and passing it to you. His fingers brushing against yours as you receive it.

“I would really like that,” he admits quietly before positioning the other earbud in his own ear. “But you might not like the music,” he chuckles to himself as he unpauses his song. A loud guitar rift blasting in your ear as you're transported to another dimension. One special to Choso, one he normally keeps hidden away from everyone but with you he couldn’t wait to share it. You can instantly understand why he likes this band so much, you can feel the energy and raw passion through each note.

Neither of you speak for much of the rest of the ride, both listening intently. His voice occasionally interrupts with a few side comments to drop lore on band members and the meanings behind the songs. At some point his head begins resting against yours, his hair tickling your skin. 

Everything with Choso lately feels so comfortable, comes so easy. After everything you have been through lately, it’s refreshing.

The bus comes to a stop in front of the ice rink, several of the other hockey players eagerly standing and moving toward the exit. Yet Choso doesn’t move. You take the earbud out and poke him in the side, causing him to stiffen under your touch.

“You better get going, don’t want to get left behind.” You inform him, looking past to the seat across the aisle where Suguru and Satoru are giving each other some final kisses before they separate. Turning back to Choso, you look him in the eyes, emotions you can't quite interpret simmering in his gaze as he looks at you. 

“Good luck today,” you tell him with a small smile. Just being near him had helped calm your nerves, not completely but enough to make it through the night. 

“Thanks for coming, I feel like I always play better when you're watching,” he admiths shyly, pink blooming on his cheeks once again. He raises a hand, reaching out toward you but then he freezes, dropping it back into his lap and curling his fingers into a fist. “Sit with me again on the ride back? I have more songs I want to show you.” He taps his foot as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you smile warmly at him. You're not sure what possessed your next move, your arms moving before your brain could catch up, wrapping them around him in a friendly hug. It seemed to startle him at first, his hands unsure where to go until they find their home behind your back. The pads of his fingers just barely pressing against the jacket you wore. The two of you stay in that embrace for just a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Have fun,” you tell him when you break back apart.

“Thanks,” he smiles, awkwardly bringing a hand up to pat the top of your head, slightly messing up your hair. You throw a fake pout his way, a rumble of laughter coming from his chest as he stands up and makes his way off the bus. 

You let out a sigh as you watch him leave, wishing he could just skip out on his goalie responsibilities and hang out with you the whole night instead. A cough snaps you from your daydreaming, turning to the source of the sound to find a very smug looking Satoru who witnessed your whole exchange with Choso.

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Just as you had expected, it was a close match the whole game. The curses and assassins butting heads all night long. A few exciting fights broke out on the ice, one started by Sukuna and another by Toji, the usual culprits. Thankfully, your school managed to pull through with the win.

It would be a little over an hour before the bus left to take the students and team back to home base, giving the players enough time to pack up and grab a victory beer from one of the nearby bars. This little break will be enough for you to run by Toji’s apartment, grab your things and leave. If you're quick, maybe you can still meet up with the team and celebrate with Choso before leaving.

You stand outside Toji’s apartment, fist raised in hesitation like you're unable to knock. An invisible wall stopping you from completing the motion, warning lights flashing in your brain telling you to turn back now before it is too late. And you almost did, about to turn and flee with your tail tucked between your legs when the door is pulled open wide. Toji standing on the other side, hair still damp and dripping droplets that glisten on this bare chest. The only thing clinging to his body was a tight pair of dark blue boxers.

“You going to keep standing outside my door, or are you coming in?” He asks, sounding slightly annoyed, a scowl on his face as he looks you over. Unluckily for you, he was in a shit mood. He always was after his team lost. 

You say nothing in response, just offering a nod and awkwardly pushing past him into his space. You look around, it’s just as you remembered it. Chaotic and messy, you were never able to find anything when you stayed over but to him it was perfectly organized. 

“Not even a hello?” he mocks, closing the door behind you, crossing his arms as he follows.

“Hi,” you throw back sarcastically, your voice coming out a bit scratchy with how much you were screaming earlier at the game. Your eyes linger on his abs, following the lines of each muscle until you reach the band of the boxers. “Couldn’t bother to put clothes on?” 

“Relax, it's nothing you haven’t seen before,” he chuckles, eliciting an eye roll from yourself. 

“Where’s my stuff?” you get right to the point, not wanting to linger around more than necessary. 

“On the dresser in my room.”

You don’t wait for him, taking initiative and making your way to his bedroom. You walk over to the oak dresser and spy a plastic grocery bag sitting on top. Peering inside, you spy a few of your missing items: lip gloss, a few necklaces, a shirt you like to sleep in. And of course, your cherished bottle of perfume. Closing your eyes, you release the air you were holding in your lungs, a sigh of relief to have it back again. 

Something beyond the bag catches your eye, a framed picture of you and Toji. Taken during the end of season party last year, one of the only times the two of you dressed up to go out anywhere. You looked fantastic that night, and you hate to admit it but so did he. His tie matched the shade of your dress perfectly, a dress that barely made it home in one piece before he ripped it off you.

You lean forward and pick the frame up, gazing at both of you. Getting dragged into a sea of memories. Every happy little moment, every smile, every joke. Back when everything was less painful. Even now, you can’t control the small smirk creeping across your face. Thankfully, your back was facing him, or you would never hear the end of it. 

“You kept this?” You sound surprised as you set the photo back down carefully. You didn’t think he was the type of guy to be sentimental, to keep things around after a breakup. 

His chest presses up against your back now, his hands caging you against the dresser as he gazes at the picture. 

“Of course I did,” he whispers, breath brushing past your ear and sending shivers down your spine. “I love that picture of us, we look good. We look-” he hesitates speaking the next word, all his earlier frustrations seemingly melted away. “We look happy.”

And at the time, you were happy. Life felt worth living, it felt exciting. 

You spin around to face him, the wood of the dresser digging into your lower back. Looking into his eyes you can read a mix of his feelings. Regret, sadness and love. 

One more time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You don’t think too hard on your inner turmoil as you wrap your arms behind his neck, your lips attacking his in a fierce kiss that he returns. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, frantically seeking out your own, a muffled moan escaping him once he finally makes contact. You swear you can feel the outline of his hardening dick pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric separating him from you. A familiar heat swirls deep inside you, craving more.  

“I fucking hate you,” you growl against his lips.

“And I love you,” he whispers as he pulls away to catch his breath. His strong hands grabbing a fist full of your ass, the pads of his fingers digging in almost painfully, and hoisting you up onto his dresser. 

You don’t want to hear it, you don't want to hear the woes of how he misses you and regrets everything he has done. Just once, you want to forget. Pretend to be strangers, ignore the history between you two. You can tell he has more to say, the way he looks at you like you are still the most important thing in his life, a goddess before him threatening to bring him to his knees.

“Just shut your mouth and fuck me already,” you bark out the command abruptly, interrupting whatever inner thoughts were racing in his mind. His appreciative gaze snapping into one of a predator.

“Yes ma’am” he responds, the corner of his scarred lips pulling up into a confident smirk. His fingers make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your legs. Carelessly discarded on his floor along with the panties you were wearing.

You barely have time to adjust to the rush of cold air against your bare skin before the sudden sensation of his thumb is on you. Warm and calloused, rubbing small circles on your clit. You can't help but close your eyes and bite your lip.

“Nope, don’t do that pretty girl,” Toji scolds you sarcastically, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tugging your bottom lip free from your teeth. “Besides, that's for me to bite.” He brings his lips back to yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Within the same breath, he slips one finger and then another inside your wet heat.

“Fuck baby, I missed this cunt,” he gasps against your lips. His fingers pumping rhythmically inside, your hips bucking forward as you greedily sought more of his attention. 

“Oh god,” you sigh, your head falling forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder as his fingers work their magic. It has been so long since you felt this good. Small gasps and moans fall from your lips with each wave of pleasure. Opening your eyes and looking down, you can see the very prominent tent in his boxers, his dick straining against the confines of fabric.

You press a hand to his chest and drag it down, torturously slow. Feeling how his muscles contract in reaction to your touch as you get lower and lower, all the while never slowing the pace his fingers had set, not until your finger dip under the waistband of his boxers. The moment your hand wraps around his shaft, his brain short circuits. He stills his hand inside you and his ees meet yours once again, begging silently. You glide your hand up and down, noticing how he subtly thrusts into your palm more and more like he can't get enough.

“Toji…I need more,” you practically whine. 

He didn’t need to be told twice, quickly withdrawing his hand and lifting you off the dresser. He carries you over to his bed and throws you down with a soft thud. Both of you removing the remaining layers of clothing before he's hovering over you, stroking himself into his hand a few times before he lines himself with your dripping entrance. 

With the way he hesitated, you almost thought he might make you beg. And with the state you were in right now, you would. You needed this like you needed air.

It seems he could hardly control himself, guiding his length inside the next second. His cock stretching you deliciously, teetering between pain and pleasure. Your nails clawed at his back as he shoved himself in further and further, and you're positive the next day he will be left with angry red lines in memory of you.

He pauses when he’s fully inside, knowing that you need a moment to adjust to him. But he can’t stop touching you completely, his rough hands roaming over you. His lips and teeth biting and sucking every stretch of skin he could reach, claiming you as his. Pinching one nipple between two fingers while his teeth scrape against the bud of the other. His cock twitching inside you, screaming to move. He looks up from your breast with a feral look in his eyes.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he murmurs low and deep, almost sounding apologetic. Pulling himself out to thrust back in, dragging the thick vein of his cock against your walls.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me” He pants out. “All mine.” All you can manage in response is a strangled moan. You didn't care enough right now to correct him, to tell him you weren’t his anymore, too lost in the pleasure he was delivering. 

“So perfect f’me,” he praises you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room along with your moans and his deep breathing. “Squeezing me so tight, you're close aren’t ya?” He doesn't wait for a response, moving his thumb to your clit once again and rubbing circles as he slams into you harder and harder. “Cum on my cock, love.”

It didn’t take much longer to tip you over the edge, the overload of sensations finally too much to bear. Your back arches off the bed, nails biting his shoulder blades, crying his name out over and over. 

“Heh…fuck…” he pants, knowing he’s close to his own release too. With the way your walls contract and embrace him, he can’t take it. “Too good to me, this cunt is too good.” His voice comes out hoarse. A few more sloppy thrusts and he’s pulling himself out, painting your stomach with his hot cum. 

For a moment, neither of you move, neither of you speak. As if you both can’t comprehend that that just happened. You stare at each other in silence as you catch your breath, bodies sweaty and pressed together tightly.

“Here, let me clean you up,” Toji is the first to speak, rising off of you and striding across the room to grab a towel. He returns and gently cleans up the mess he left behind on your skin.

Toji joins you back on the bed, planting a light kiss on your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips just like he used to do. Something you used to find so sweet, but now it’s suddenly making you sick to your stomach. What did you just do? Toji pulls your back against his chest, his nose pressing into the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent. The adrenaline finally starts to wear off, your thoughts no longer clouded by lust. This is all starting to feel too familiar, too cozy. It feels just like old times, and now it feels so wrong.

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear softly. And that’s all it took for you to snap.

“No!” You pull away, sitting up in the bed to glare at him. 

“What do you mean ‘no’?” he scoffs. “I do love you. We made up, did we not?” Your jaw drops. Does he seriously think everything is suddenly ok between you two just because you hooked up? That this is all it took for you to forgive him and accept him back with open arms? 

“No Toji, you just can’t do this!” You raise your voice, you knew this was a bad idea. You should have never came here alone, you should have brought Choso with you when he offered, and you shouldn’t have fucked Toji again. Your old wounds are threatening to reopen, throat going dry as the emotions become overwhelming. 

Scrambling out of the bed, you frantically try to locate your clothing. Scattered all across his room. You need out of here and fast.

“Please…just listen to me,” he stands up to follow you around the room as you slip into your shirt. “I never meant–”

“No, please stop” You interrupt him, high-pitched and slightly panicked. This is what you were trying to avoid by coming here. 

“We were happy, I can still make you happy.” He waves an arm, motioning toward his dresser where that picture of the two of you sits. You notice your jeans and underwear piled on the floor in front of where he points. You walk over and pull them on.

“Were! We were happy.” You spit the word from your mouth like venom. “That’s the key word.” 

“You never fucking listen to me!” His frustration from earlier returns, his voice echoing off the walls of the room. He sighs your name. “You never want to hear me out, never let me explain myself–”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear any more bullshit excuses!” You whirl around as you yell, tears threatening to fall from your lashes. Eyebrows drawn together as you attempt to maintain your composure. “You can’t just-” your voice cracks and you avert your eyes. “You can’t just throw away the life we had and go back to normal, you can’t ignore the mistakes that drove us apart. You can’t just say you love me after the way you broke me.” It's like your words stabbed him, digging and twisting a knife until he looked at you with a pained expression.

“This was a mistake,” you sigh, still refusing to meet his eyes. “We should have never done this tonight.” He doesn’t dare respond, backs turned to each other.

“Maybe it was,”

“Goodbye Toji,” you snatch your items off the dresser and make your way toward the door, not allowing yourself one last look at him. This was goodbye, forever this time. You exit his apartment, door slamming shut behind you.

As quick as you can, you leave the complex. Pushing the main doors open and out to the cool air. It was late now, the chilly fall air contrasting with the hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You don’t even know when you started crying, and now you can't stop. Everything was too much right now.

You pull your phone out and check the time, you definitely missed the after party. In fact, the bus may leave you behind soon if you don't hurry. Being stranded here, at Toji’s college, will only fuel your nightmare. You pick up pace as you walk back to where the buses are waiting. Swiping away the many notifications from Satoru, Shoko and Choso. You don’t really want to talk to any of them right now. 

Thankfully, you made it to the bus before it left. Just barely. 5 more minutes and you may have been stuck here for the night. As you step into the bus, you notice how almost every seat is full. You spot a few empty ones near the back. Making your way down the aisle, you pass by familiar faces of the hockey team, but to you, it appeared as a blur. Seeing the shapes of the students but not being able to pick out their features. Everything about you felt numb.

And then you saw Choso, the only face that stood out from the crowd. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. His back leaning against the window, feet sprawling out on the seat beside him. Likely saving it for someone, you. 

The second he saw you, his face lit up. Almost like a puppy whose owner just came home from work. Did he call out your name? You weren’t sure. The whole world sounded like you were underwater. He pulled his legs off the spot beside him, making room for you.

But you couldn’t. Something stopped you. Seeing Choso after everything that happened tonight somehow made you feel worse. Guilty. Dirty. Wrong. It hit you like a wave of nausea, and you couldn’t explain it. Even though you promised to see him again on the way back, you needed to get away. Needed to be alone.  

You pretended to not notice him, averting your attention from Choso, head down to hide your whirlwind of emotions and continuing to walk toward the back of the bus. You didn’t dare look at him, afraid to see his happy, carefree expression morph into one of hurt. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you and him again, but you just can’t bring yourself to talk to him after everything. You knew he would ask how things went with your ex, and you didn’t want to explain yourself or have a breakdown with a busload of witnesses.

Thankfully, there were two empty spots at the very back of the bus. You take your seat next to the window, resting your head against the cool glass and closing your eyes. 

But to your dismay, another straggler got on the bus late, choosing to sit right next to you. Opening one eye, you peer over at who is sitting beside you, only to be met with your mortal enemy, Sukuna. You groan loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“What, you and Kamo having a lover’s spat?” he teased, rolling his eyes at you.

As if you weren’t wounded enough, that one cut even deeper. Tears bubbling up uncontrollably, you couldn’t stop if you tried. Sukuna’s eyes went wide, shocked by your reaction to his comment. The two of you always clash heads, but he’s never seen you respond like this to one of his remarks.

“Hey hey…I didn’t mean it like that,” he hesitantly puts an arm around you and you melt into him, sobbing into his jacket without a care. His large hand rubs along your back in a soothing pattern, a softness you didn’t think he was even capable of. “Do you want to talk about it?” His voice drops to a whisper, his chin resting on top of your head.

“No!” you immediately respond, you fists wrinkling the fabric of his clothes as you cling to him. “It’s just not fair…it’s not fair…” you choke out. 

“I know…life isn’t fair kid.” 

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A/N: OH MY GOD HI! I am so so sorry for crashing out and taking 5 months to update ugh. But hi, I am here again :)

I am gonna try to put less pressure on myself and write what I want when I want, so I might be inconsistent, but I will not abandon this! I promise! I hope you all still like it and haven't forgotten about me >~<

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