#but for now- those of you who'd want it can take this lil project

[waterfallofspace]

A Touch Too Human.

So this is just a lil thing I started/finished within an hour. Didn't edit it, or put in a TON of work, but Imma share it anyways because honestly? I just kinda had fun~

Characters: C/hoso, Y/uji -- No Ships, simply Platonic Affection. (Note: even though nothing snz happens with him, when writing, I pictured Y/uji as 18+, specifically 19 - 21) Word Count: 1.4k

(Spoilers for J/ujutsu K/aisen manga, as well as references to high fevers, very slight mess, and some swearing.)

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

Choso manages to pry open his eyes, gaze landing on his younger brother. The pink hair seems too bright under the harsh fluorescent glow, and Choso lets the fatigue drag them closed again. 

“I’mb fidne.” It’s barely a whisper, his voice far too raw to produce a substantial volume. The act of speaking highlights the lines around his eyes as he flinches. Even without opening his eyes, he’s certain Yuji winced too. 

“You don’t sound fine…” A hand suddenly finds itself on his face, Choso letting a light moan slip through his teeth as the cool touch rushes straight to his bones. 

Yuji tuts, brushing some soaked hair from Choso’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. How did you even get out of bed like this?” 

“Idt’s dnothi-g. ehHh- hN’XGt-!” 

“Bless you!”

Choso simply shakes his head, hands raising to cup his mouth and nose behind a protective wall as he attempts to lean away from Yuji. All he succeeds at doing is making himself dizzy, the next bursts rushing out in a rapid frenzy. 

“hk’nntizshh-! eh’gnnxgttt-! hh’knnxgt! dnnzshh! oh shidt- yezshhuu-! ih’yizzsshhuuw-!” 

A light mist escapes through Choso’s fingers, leaving the table shining in the flickering lights. Yuji shoots him a concerned smile, digging frantically through his pockets as Choso feels his cheeks reach an unbearable level of heat. 

“That was some show! Bless you a bunch. Doesn’t holding it in like that hu- oh found them!” Yuji passes over the pack of tissues, leaving them on the table when Choso makes no attempt to remove the barrier he’s raised in front of his nose. 

Making sure to turn away slowly this time, Choso removes one hand, frown deepening at the sight that awaits him. Pulling out a few of the offerings, he cleans himself up, not yet daring to touch his nose with the soft fabric. 

Once he’s satisfied, he turns back to Yuji with a congested, “Tha- gk you, brother.” 

“No problem… Uh… I don’t mean to doubt you but… you still sound rough.” Yuji raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Choso’s face. “And your nose is all pink. You sure you’re not sick..?” 

At the acknowledgement, said appendage twitches eagerly. Choso groans faintly, fighting the urge to scrub at it. “I said I w-as fi-dne. I’mb dnot sic-k.” 

“You know it’s okay to be unwell. Even Gojo Sensei gets sick,” A mild terror seems to flash through Yuji, Choso raising an eyebrow at the shudder. “He’s uh… interesting as a sick person.”

“I wou-ldn’t kdn-ow, I’ve dnever… hh!” Choso suddenly pauses, eyes glossing over as his lips part far enough to show his teeth. 

“Bless you!”

“hH- guhhh… snuff.” With a rough sniff, he manages to pull himself back under control. 

“Oh whoops- Did I scare it away? Here-” Before Choso can react, a soft finger runs along his mark, the tingling in his nose suddenly sprung into an all consuming itch. A snarl breaks across his face, nose suddenly pressed against his wrist. 

“hnnchh-! knncchht-! inchht-! eh’dnxttt-!”  As the fit continues, his breathing gets wetter, each inhale starting to take considerable effort. 

Yuji stands silently, wincing at the strangled noises escaping from Choso’s battered sinuses. 

Finally, with another desperate gasp, Choso switches to his collar, letting the mist rain down over his clenching muscles. “hieh’YEHHshhuu-! hk’ehHHZshuuw-! eh’dehzshuuu-!” 

“Bless you,” comes the response, Yuji quietly pulling out a few tissues, and pressing them into Choso’s unoccupied hand. “Blow, it’ll feel better.” 

Doing as his brother wishes, Choso brings the tissue to his nose, breath catching dangerously as the soft folds brush against his markings. “hnchh-! knnchh-! aH’YEHHzshhuuw-!” As the final one breaks free, Choso lets it slide into a blow.

After the third round, Choso finally leans back, coughing into the back of his hand. As his blurry vision tries to hone in on Yuji, he feels a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Every instinct tells him to fight, to push it away, but in the end his fever wins. 

“That’s it, just lean against me, I’ve got you.”

“Th- agk you agaidn, br-other… hH’NCHhiuww-!” That one’s aimed towards his shoulder, a few droplets hitting Yuji’s arm. Choso opens his mouth to apologize, but Yuji doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“I’d say bless you, but judging by the state of your nose, I’m guessing you’re not done?”

“Ndot… quite… I te-nd to sdneeze a… alot- hH’KNCHhiuew-! ek’yehhzshhuu-! knnchh- enchhh- hh’dehhzshhuu-!” 

“Bless you!” Yuji smiles, easily taking the brunt of Choso’s weight as each shudder leaves him trembling.

“Sguse me,” Choso clears his throat, a flash of pain darting across his face for his efforts.

“Sdnee-ze a lot, wh-edn I’bm… I… hH’EHChhhuu-! echhhuuww-! Oh. Sorr-y, wasdn’t do-ne.” 

Before he can lose any more dignity, they’re standing in front of his room. Yuji leans him against the wall, unlocks his door, and helps him stumble inside. Choso sinks into his bed, fighting off the fatigue threatening to pull him under. 

“So, where do you keep your sweaters?” Yuji scans the room, pulling open the closet before Choso has a chance to answer. “Ah, got it! Alright, arms up, slide this over- yep, just like that!” 

As the cloth passes his face, Choso violently twitches, wrinkling his nose back and forth as his hands remain trapped in the air. Oblivious to the struggle just below the sweater's embrace, Yuji continues trying to maneuver it over his torso. 

“Yehh… yuhhh…. geh- hihH-!” Any attempt at speech is drowned out in the hitches, Choso feeling his nostrils begin to flare of their own accord. He stalls his breathing, hands beginning to tremble from their perch above his head. 

After what feels like ages, the sweater finishes its journey, resting comfortably against his chest. Yuji beams, admiring his handiwork from his position directly in front of the bed. 

“I… I’mb…. hhgt- gehht…. hh’yezzshhhuuiew-!” 

Yuji doesn’t even flinch as the fabric on his arm grows damp. “Oh, bless you!” 

“hngt’chh-! I’mb so- ingnt’chh-! so so-rry I- ek’tnngchh-! sorry tha-dt I- hh’gnn’chhuew-!” 

Choso holds his sleeve against his face, letting out another itchy moan as the sensation increases the tickle tenfold. “God I hahhh… ha-ve to- eH’YEHHZShhhuu-!” 

Throughout the attack, Choso pulls himself into the tightest ball he can manage, the very idea of consuming space bringing chills to his spine. “knZSHHuuew-!” Or maybe that was the fever. 

A warmth on his arm brings him back to the room, clouded eyes rising to meet the worried ones watching him.

“Are you okay, Choso?” The tone is soft, with something Choso can’t quite place. Is that… kindness..? 

“ah’kehhzshhuu-! I’bm-” The word ‘fine’ lingers on his tongue, but under Yuji’s gaze, it starts to taste bitter. Instead, something more sweet takes its place. “Ndot feeli-ng so well…” 

 The statement sucks the remaining breath from his lungs, seemingly using every last drop of energy. Choso feels his head start to swim, and before he can fight it, his head’s being guided to the pillow. 

A single tear begins to cut down his cheek, soft hands halting its journey, and sliding up to wipe away the rest that threaten to follow. A sob breaks from Choso’s raw throat, coming out as strangled and miserable as he feels. 

“I’mb so-rry Yuji. I dodn’t kno-w what’s… eh’knchhuu-! whadt’s happedning…” 

Yuji hums, running his fingers through Choso’s hair, brushing over his sweltering forehead. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. This is part of being human. Trust me brother,” Yuji offers with a gentle grin, “I’d know.” 

And with that single word, Choso finds the tears he’d been fighting begin to win the battle. His vision begins to fade again, but before he’s fully gone, he feels something warm begin to encase him.

“Wh- whadt ar-e you do-ing? hn’chhhuu-!” 

“It’s a hug!” Yuji pauses, his expression taking on a sadder tint.

“Have… you never been hugged before..?” 

In lieu of a response, Choso sinks into the embrace, leaning his head into Yuji’s shoulder, a sigh melting from his lips. A touch that feels distinctly human. Yuji’s laughter sounds far away, something warm in it guiding Choso deeper into the sleep that’s begun to nip at his brain. 

“Feel better.” 

It seems to echo from a place just out of sight, and Choso finds words too heavy for a response. Somehow, he knows one isn’t needed. Instead, he simply allows the warmth to swallow him. 

Goodnight, brother. 

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Line Love

Having just set out a hop so fire, he still felt it, Erik crossed the square surrounded by various greek organizations in his green fatigues, tucked into his gold-sprayed military boots. His purple fitted tee with the golden symbol of the bruhs accentuated the gains he'd been working hard on, training day in and day out to build. Since crossing, he'd been the talk of the greeks as one of the best in his line. He was active and dedicated, but on top of that he was smooth.. sharp and precise. It was no wonder he'd been sought out for the kappas. Too bad his heart already beat purple and gold.

He could hear the cheers from the bruhs in the crowd and the deltas. He even spotted aka's and sigmas calling and played it up by stripping off his shirt to flex on the crowd with his six pack and the horseshoe brand over his nipple as he hopped, hitting his knees with flat palms.. putting those same palms up at his chin to simulate oral sex, his long tongue wagging before he rolled his neck and strutted to the center of the pack.

"I SAY, I SAY," he projected to his team who stood in wait, fists balled at their guts. "WHOOO'S THAT KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN? A KNOCK-KNOCK KNOCKIN ON MY QUE PSI PHIIII!?!?"

The return was magic as the team broke into their routines, finishing the chant as Erik joined back in the line. They shouted, kicked, and barked as they did the classic que poses in perfect synchronicity. "I SAY WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY DO'? WELL IT'S THE QUES TRYNA BREAK IT ON DOWN! WHO'S THAT KNOCKIN AT MY.. DO'?!"

Erik's eyes met a familiar face in the crowd and she smiled at him, her phone up recording. It was one of those smiles attached to the "fuck me" eye gaze. His eyes smiled back as he looked away to focus on his next moves, but he flexed his muscles for her. He had to keep up with the bruhs spinning, throwing his arms, kicking, and shouting on the yard and they were about to play the atomic dog. Next time, if he had control, they'd play a more updated song.. something more people were likely to have on their playlist.

As the song played, the team followed his lead chasing hard spins with forceful quick high kicks. The infamous Omega dance. Erik was the one to hit a split and come up with his shirt balled in his hand, swinging it as each bruh grabbed his own crotch for extra sauce. As they each hit their hop, one's white Que jacket blowing behind him majestically in the wind. Another nigga had cut off sleeves and a beer gut but he was getting his hops OWT as they threw their hand gestures and chanted with a cadence of barking coming from ques in the crowd.

After their step, Erik joined the crowd looking for the girl who'd given him the eye though he knew exactly where she went. He pulled up his own camera to return the favor. The deltas were up, introduced by The Box by Roddy Ricch and already flooding the yard with their red shirts, black booty shorts, and black converse. They came in hard throwing elbows and headbutting the air. He had a thing for a thic lil delta getting nice and nasty in some red, white, and black.. down to the red lipstick. He always preferred a savage over a princess. Aggressive hood girls just did something for him.. and this girl on top of being the chunkiest one on her line, had the most attitude.

"TEACH US," someone yelled when she gave her part of the founder's history lesson, yelling out loud and proud with her hands on her hips as she stomped. He focused in on her as she performed her ass off, twerking on beat and keeping up with girls half her size. Her pressed black hair was swinging like her hips and the crowd increased as they went in.

"ASSSSS.... IIIII.... WASSS.. WALKING! ACROSS MY DELTA YARD," she yelled, crossing foot over foot. Deltas were the favorite on campus as well as the sorority with the most pledges. They bragged on it every show. And as their steps progressed, that ain't change.

"HOLD THAT SHIT BRIT! YEAH BRIT! YEAH BRIT," Erik shouted too hype. He pushed and lunged to get low enough to get her angles as she balanced in a mid-air squat with her leg over her knee throwing up the diamond. She wobbled and when her line sister yelled "DON'T FUCK THIS UP," she proved herself by holding it even longer spurred on by shouts, barks, and the oooo's of her line. Erik captured it all from his phone as he was almost kneeling, losing his gotdam mind.

The show continued with Erik cheerleading and at the end of her set, he met her, giving her a bear hug that swallowed her soft body, titties and all.

"Ew, boy back up! You're sweaty," she whined shoving him playfully, a obvious excuse to touch his chest.

"This good sweat." Rubbing at his glistening abdomen, he grabbed her arms soothing his sweat subtly into her skin enjoying her faux disgust.

"Ew! Stop," she laughed pushing against his bare chest. Of course that meant keep going. "Ugh," she fussed as he kept messing with her, touching her. "Erik!!" He grabbed her tighter, playfully resting his heavy palm on the top of her head, like she was a lil rascal.

"Ooo, Y'all two get a room," her line sister, Ryan, joked walking past with a lil dance, tongue out to the music playing. That ain't sound like a bad idea. Erik leaned back and bit his lip teasingly as her eyes widened looking him up and down like he was the snack. All he had to do was ask, Ryan'd made it clear the way she acted toward him. Unfortunately for her, he only liked chocolate and she was more like toffee.

"Girl.. hush," Brittany smiled, feigning throwing her water bottle at the girl who twirled in response. Erik rolled his eyes. Brit was jealous.

"I'm widdit," he shrugged tired of just flirting back and forth. He was ready to fuck and release from all the buildup1.

"Ayee," Ryan cheered rejoining the other deltas.

"Let's go back to mine," he whispered in Brittany's ear before looking in her eyes. Her lips pursed playfully.

"Your roommate," she reminded, hand on the brand burned into his chest. He flexed his pecs for her once more and her eyes went down to them. 

"So? I'll put a sock on the door, he won't come in," Erik assured. One thing about Erik that everyone seemed to know. He was always on top of the Dean's List as well as the list of people on campus you didn't wanna fuck with. He took pride in his reputation. "I give you my word, it's me and you," he promised following alongside her toward the library she'd already started walking in the direction of.

"I....," she chuckled, tucking her chin, "I gotta... study... and print a paper." She started to dip, but Erik paused her by grabbing the crook of her thick arm. Startled, she looked from his hand to his eyes and opened her mouth wide before speaking. "I-I'll..," she licked her lips nervously. "I'll get at you later..."

"Now," he corrected with a nod, "Get at me now. What's the move?" He licked his lips and stared down into her onyx eyes, into her soul, sensing nerves.. Suddenly she seemed breathless as if uncomfortable with his extended eye contact. This wasn't like the big bad Engine RED. He kissed his teeth. She wasn't tryna fuck at all.

"You playin with me," he accused watching her eyes go wide as he released her arm ready to walk off.

"I'm not! I gotta study!" She threw her hands in the air. Yeah right, he thought looking at her. "I do!!"

"You been saying later these last few weeks, Brit. You tryna yeah or nah," he pointed stepping back to watch her reaction for the truth.

"I'm-" her eyes rolled before checking who was in earshot. It made him look too. Who the fuck was she scared of? "I just wanna go out and shit first. Okay? You gotta take me on a date and NO.. Not no damn Waffle House, Erik, I mean it. I know you!"

"No you don't," he chuckled clasping his hands comfortably in front of his crotch. She kinda did judging by that comment.. but... nah she ain't know him.. They flirted, and talked here and there but she ain't know him.

"Well I heard of you," she snapped leaning in. That one was fair considering his body count was in the double digits and he hadn't been on one real date since high school. He smirked again. He wouldn't deny that he liked to get it in attachment-free... and as a young, educated, handsome nigga, why shouldn't he? Pussy was abundant.. like the trees on campus. "And you a que dog, I know how y'all niggas operate." That was true too, she definitely knew. He bit his tongue and tugged on his beard, humored. He couldn't lie like he usually would.

"Then you should know what we good at," he reminded her, stepping close to grab her full waist as he looked into her eyes again, commanding full eye contact. "Don't look at them, look at me," he quickly prompted moving her chin back to him when he felt her attention being split with the students walking by.

Her eyebrow went up with attitude as she leaned back, craning her neck as if saying 'who you think you talking to?' She looked away as if there was someone else beside her he could possibly be talking to as he glared, trying not to smile. She was funny.

"Look. Yes or no. You tryna do sum?"

"Depends where you plan to take me! You're paying. You're dressing up.. not in those boots," she counted on her fingers. "Two locations, no corners cut. I need you to have a plan. You're taking me someplace NICE and I want to ENJOY myself," she enunciated like she would on the square. "You're picking me up and opening MY door. If you can't do all of that, don't bother to apply," she spoke, swiveling her neck. Fire Engine RED, he mused to himself.

"Light work." He dusted his shoulder, clasping his hands in front of himself again. He could be a gentleman for a day. Too easy. "After this date you gone give it up though."

"Possibly," she shrugged. He shook his head, no deal.

"Nah.. If I'm a show out, I need a definite answer now. No games."

"I'm not playing games," she smiled, playing games. "I'm telling you what I want."

"You can have it... when you take this dick," he tested watching her closely, ready to walk away again. He wanted to take the Engine for a ride but he couldn't force it. She pursed her lips again looking around. Fuck was she lookin for? Someone to tell her what to do? He could do that. He pulled his phone. "Gimme your number I'll call you Saturday at 5:30 to come out."

"I got practice."

"So do I. That's early," he blurted knowing all about it.

"I got homework and an Interna--."

"Blow it off," he interjected not really caring. "Gimme your number."

She flipped her hair, her chin high with a slight smirk. She was still playing games and he could see she enjoyed his attention. Taking his phone, she plugged her digits and he texted her on the spot to be sure.. to her annoyance.

"Ok," she blinked dismissing him. When he didn't move, she turned back to the library and he smacked her on the ass causing her to jump and look back in surprise. "ERIK!"

"Saturday we fuckin," he pointed firmly making sure she knew. She had notice to prepare herself.

"Okay! Shush--shut up," she whispered looking side to side nervously again before he let her go.