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To DeServe You. - Ch.02

Pairing: Choso Camo x Fem!Reader,

CW: JJK AU, Angst, Good Boy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, Yan(dear)y Choso🖤, Drugs (sorta), Domestic Violence

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art. Please respect my blog art.

Total WC : 13.3K This is so very long. LOL Its December, and I'm not sure when I'll have time to release chapter 3, so I hope you guys enjoy! I'm so in love with this Choso🤭💖

↞ To DeServe You. Ch.01

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Synopsis: Reader is working hard, meeting new people in a new town, and runs into someone she never thought she'd see again. After she left an impression on him that he never forgot, he vows to do anything he can to solidify a connection between them that will cause her to stay by his side for good.

So... This is my attempt at writing angst. My first attempt at that, so bear with me. I gotta say, props to all y'all who do this regularly. It feels like tiny tinges of torture.😩 Especially with a guy like Choso. Goodness ... He's so ... yummy ... that I often just want reader to pounce. But... It gets a little intense from here... or, well, maybe it's just me.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶TDY Ch.02 Playlist (in process)

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Ch.02 - Pardoned

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Choso stepped closer toward you... his body mere inches from yours.

“I never forgot how good you were to me.” His deep, buttery voice, almost hypnotizing as he murmured. He looked up periodically, flashing glimpses of longing in his eyes as he continued, “And you really had no reason to be. After everything, I know... I'm sure I don't deserve to have you in my life. I just want to be here for you. I owe you so much.”

“You owe me nothing.” You whispered with a frown, genuinely perturbed by his sense of urgency. “Choso, I told you. I've already accepted your apology. You don't have to–”

“I know I don't have to.” He interrupted. “Because that's how you are. But I want to.” He stepped even closer, towering over you as you faced him.

He leaned in propping his left elbow on the counter, his gaze directed downward as he spoke slowly, his fingers threading through his hair, “I want to because, I also ... like you.” His darkened gaze met yours, punctuating the sentence.

Your heart pounded heavily in your chest, amidst the strange air encapsulating his confession, the pressure of it weighing a ton on your shoulders.

This is ... bizarre. Unreasonable. You hadn't spoken in years. Is this... normal?

Why would he say this? He doesn't even know me.

“You were friends with me once. Let me be your friend again now.”

Your lips parted as you sat scanning his features, still confused as his words and eyes plead with you. Your heartbeat pumping faster, “Seriously, Choso. I–”

“Please.” he whispered.

He stood silently before you, eyes fluttering half-shut, locked on to your slightly parted lips, a pretty pout carved into his, his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Choso...”

“I'll cook for you. Every day.” ... “I'll give you massages every night after work.”

He stepped even closer, his body now positioned between your thighs as your feet propped them up on the stool.

“This is just... it's a lot. And really unnecessary,” you begin, as you gazed into his big dark eyes.

He appeared dazed, strangely mesmerized as he stood before you, peering into your depths, pupils already blown wide, his expression warm and needy.

“Say 'yes'.”

You slowly shook your head, lids never quite meeting each other as you worked to rip your gaze from his.

“Just say yes.” He breathed, leaning in even closer. Close enough for you to feel warmth emanating from his body.

He slowly reached out, his fingertips grazing your forearms delicately as they slide down toward yours, the skin-on-skin contact sending chills up your spine and goosebumps pressing outward from underneath your skin.

“... why me?”

He huffed, “You don't understand,” his hands snake around your waist slowly, in an attempt to pull you even closer. Your eyes widened as he petitioned you deeply and whispered:

“It's always been you.”

Your brows wrinkled as your hands both quickly reach down to grip his wrists. “Stop.” You muttered, anxiety activating in your nerves.

Choso freezes in position, his face now carrying the expression of a scolded child.

“I can't.” You say quietly, as a slight tremble shakes your body from its core. “I don't...” you start as your eyes flick down, bouncing right to left at each of his hands, your mind unable to reconcile what is happening.

“I need to call my friend”. You whispered as you reached up onto the counter for your phone, which lay nestled next to your empty plate. You fumbled a bit as you reached for it, finally noticing the trembling in your hand.

“Um...” Choso steps back as he processed your obvious discomfort, his face dropping toward the floor as he pulled his elbows back in against his body, his hands also falling down to his sides as they slowly curled into fists.

You were so close. Yet so far from him. Well within his reach, yet... without it.

“Okay...” He stepped back. “Whatever you want”. He whispered, his eyes turning toward the floor. Choso turned away... utterly dejected, wresting internally against the immense pull he felt toward you, trapped within the knowledge that yet again, regardless, he needed to keep his distance.

You peered up at his face, curious about his intentions as you stood up from the stool, punching in a number as you step away from him toward the front door.

“I'm sorry” he breathed, the words leaving his lips quickly, yet almost quiet enough for only him to hear. He stood, grief stricken as he crossed his arms in front of him, certain to make the amount of space he's giving you obvious.

You spoke with Yuki, your phone pressed to your ear, your other hand nestled under your upper forearm, turning periodically toward Choso as your conversation remained spoken under your breath:

“Hey. I'm sorry to ask so late, but can you come get me? …. “Choso's.” … “Uh... I'll tell you later” … “Okay. I'll send you the address” … “Okay.” … “Bye.”

You realize it's not simply a mere feeling of indecision that overtakes you, but a recognizable level of fear.

“Closer to you”. His words rang in your head. That's what he said. After all this time. All these years. Me? Why? You simply couldn't make it make sense.

You turned toward Choso as you clarified what was happening. “Yuki is on her way.”

Choso's gaze remained directed toward the floor as he thought to himself, silence falling between the two of you as he worked to choose his next words carefully.

“I've done it again, and I'm sorry.” He swallowed hard as he moved one of his hands to clear your plate from the surface of the counter. “This is … the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. He muttered as he walked around the counter, grabbing his empty plate as well, as he headed toward the sink.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, “You had an expectation?” you replied, as you whipped your bag over your arm.

“A hope.” He replied with his back to you, the water rushing in tiny bubbles out of the faucet in a soft hush, silverware clanking against the plates as he cleared the remnants of food.

You stared into the kitchen, observing his still very careful movements as the awkward vibe surrounded the both of you. You pulled your eyes away, turning to sit on the edge of the couch which was positioned against the tall glass window to the left of the front door. You peered over toward him, wondering what was going through his head, figuring there's obviously a motive behind his behavior, thinking, whatever it is, you need to steer clear.

“There was no one else”. Choso muttered, as if the questions posed in your head were spoken out loud. “Back then. There was only you.”

You watched as he cleaned the plates, his head moving from right to left as he placed them in the dish rack with a considerable amount more grace than you've personally ever witnessed a man of his build use.

“At home, it was just... painful. I'd watch her endure pain, practically powerless. Leave for classes, then come back to more pain … in an endless cycle.”

He paused, raising his head to look out the window above the kitchen sink that separated the cabinets. The window, offering a beautiful view out into his vast backyard. “That was my life.” He said as he turned your direction, leaning back against the sink, his large, dampened hands propping him up on the edge. “That was it. Until you.”

You met his gaze for a moment, turning away when you felt the intensity increase as shyness caused a chill to course through you. “What pain?” you finally uttered, having settled down a bit from the initial shock of his words from earlier, now seeking clarity regarding the rest. Yuki was on her way, so you thought you may as well pass the time pulling more answers from him.

“My father. He was a f–” he cut himself off, a deep frown carving into his features for a moment, then disappearing as he took a deep breath. “I thought this would be a good way to communicate to you what was on my mind. I didn't intend to scare you.” Choso kept his calm, his low soothing voice assisting him in offering a remedy for what might have been a far more traumatic moment for you, had he not been so tactful.

He wondered what you might be thinking of him, desiring nothing more than to let everything out, to come completely undone in front of you, to bear his soul, especially if that meant you'd allow yourself to draw closer to him. But that wasn't a guarantee. And he wasn't sure how much of it you'd be willing to hear, or to take.

All he really wanted in this moment was the opportunity to be whatever you wanted. Whatever you needed. But somehow, he just couldn't get it right. Whatever it is.

“You don't perceive this as a little odd, Choso? Coming all the way here, to an entirely different territory, uprooting your life for someone you barely knew?”

“That's not the way I see it.”

“How do you see it?”

“You were everything to m–.”

“Everything?” Your eyebrows threading together in the center as you asked shaking your head, “That's ...” you huffed, “How?”

“Tch. If only you could walk a mile...” Choso slowly approached the back side of his bar top, his hands spread out, gripping the edge in front of him as he locked eyes with you where you sat on the other side of the room, on the couch, close to the front door.

He observed your body language, the way you gripped your bag, your knees pressing firmly together, the expression on your face. You were obviously uncomfortable, or at the very least, concerned. God forbid scared. And it hurt him like hell. All he wanted was to see you happy. And right now you were definitely not that. He continued, hoping to rectify that, even if just a little.

“You were the brightest light I experienced in the middle of the darkest time of my life. I couldn't just let that go.”

Your eyes closed into a squint, “We barely spoke Cho–”

“Your actions spoke volumes.” He interrupted, as his eyes seemed to peer into you, to a place that apparently you had no idea existed. He took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for his own words. “My perception of you, based on my experience with you, is simply different than you think it is.”

“We were just college students.”

“Just … is a stretch for me.”

Your phone buzzed in your hands with a text from Yuki.

Yuki: Almost there.

Choso pushed himself off of the counter and made his way over to sit across from you on the opposite couch. Your body tensed as he approached, your grip on the handle of your bag tightening as he crossed the room and sat across from you, his elbows at his knees as he spoke.

“I denied the fraternity the opportunity to recruit me. They knew I was at the top of my class, and that my father had money. They wanted to use me to fund some of their ridiculous expenses by offering me status.” He shrugged, one eyebrow cranking up, “I had other shit going on and had no desire to pile their shit on. But they wouldn't relent.” He paused, “And you got involved.”

You flinched, “Am I at fault for something?”

“Not even remotely. But that was the element that influenced … changes.”

“How?”

Choso's eyes left your face, flicking toward the car approaching in the driveway. The sound of the engine humming through the quiet in the atmosphere, the headlights flashing across Choso's face. Your phone buzzed the moment it pulled to a stop and his expression morphed into one of obvious disappointment as he looked away.

You squinted ever so slightly as, to your surprise, you felt a tinge of the same. It seemed at that moment; you'd become intrigued by the conversation and wanted to know more. Nevertheless, you didn't feel as safe as you felt you should. Not at the moment, anyway.

Choso took a deep breath, his hands sliding up his thighs from his knees as he stood to prepare to walk you out.

You stood with him, your eyes grazing over his form, then peeling away toward the front door as your feet followed. “Thank you for dinner.” You spoke softly, your hand gripping the cold handle as you turned back toward him.

“Of course.” He nodded, pressing his lips into a hard line. “You're welcome here anytime. And I mean exactly that.”

Your gaze lingered on his for a few, then dropped to the floor as you opened the door, turning to leave.

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A loud thump startled Choso out of his sleep as his heart suddenly pounded heavily in his chest. He lay there for a moment, in the dark, ears perked, breathing heavier from the start, his eyes flicking over to his digital clock which read “4:22 AM”. He had class at eight and could have used at least another hour and a half of rest.

He laid completely still, eyes bulged out wide, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. Again. He waited for more evidence to confirm his suspicion, only to be disappointed that he was right.

He hears the muffled voice of his mother, soft sobs floating past his ears. He pressed himself up, grabbing his glasses from the top of the dresser as he headed for the door.

“Get up! Fucking useless woman!!”

The sound of his father's voice pierced his eardrums as he reached for the knob. A deep frown carved into Choso's face, his teeth grinding shut, forcing a clench in his jaw, and his muscles to flex in his face as he flung the wooden door open.

He charged down the hallway of his fancy home, his heavy footsteps muffled by the overpriced runner that led toward the end of the hall, opening into the kitchen, only to see his mother on the floor, a shattered glass plate next to her, her hand pressing against one of the sharp edges which had just drawn a small amount of blood that began to spill on to the stone tile as she held her face with her other hand.

His eyes widened in horror as he observed her condition. Her eyes appeared to have been swollen from crying for quite a while, prior to his awakening.

Choso rushed to her side grabbing her arm to lift her hand from the glassy mess, her body leaning into his arms as he helped her up from the floor. His nose flared as he watched her struggle to regain her balance, warm tears falling from her face onto his forearm as he pulled her up.

“Are you okay, Mom?” Choso spoke to her softly, to refrain from startling her, or agitate her already traumatized body any further. His eyes raked anxiously over her figure, searching for more damage.

“I'm fine” she huffed softly as she leaned into him.

Suddenly a hand gripped Choso's shoulder, pushing him away from her, causing her to fall back against the kitchen table and nearly slip all over again on the broken glass.

“It's none of your goddamned business, boy!” Choso's father growled, pressing his chest toward his in some sort of primal attempt to intimidate him.

Choso peered around the man, the only concern going through his head being whether his mother was alright.

“Did you hear me, boy!” Noritoshi wailed as he held up his hand with the intention to lower it across Choso's face.

He did so unsuccessfully, as Choso's left forearm raised to block it, his right fist blasting his unsuspecting father in the middle of his gut. The man fell back, doubling over in pain, as Choso stood waiting for a return on his investment yet was only met with a sinister, and bizarrely satisfied laugh.

“You f–fucking touched me?” he turned his twisted smirk up toward Choso, coughing as he watched him wrap his arms around his sobbing mother.

“Choso. Please...” His mother whispered in his ear almost inaudibly as Noritoshi knocked over a shelf of miscellaneous kitchenware, attempting to gain his balance. “Take Yuji. You have to go to school.”

She turned her watery eyes and shaky voice over to him, then flicked them to Yuji's terrified face.

Choso glanced over to the doorway at the entrance to the kitchen, meeting the eyes of his brother, who stood frozen in the frame, his face angled toward the angry eyes of his father.

“We can't leave you here like thi–”

“Please, Choso.”

“Listen to your mother, boy!” Noritoshi grumbled, still gripping his gut, his eyes cutting upward toward him. “Or I'll take my money and spend it on something worthwhile!”

Choso's nose turned up in disgust as he glared at his father. The muscles in his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth, only relaxing a bit after meeting the gaze of his scared teenaged brother.

His mother's eyes pleaded with him as they pierced his. “Go, baby.” She insisted, her bottom lip quivering as her eyes flicked back and forth between her two boys.

Choso reluctantly relaxed his grip on her arms, slowly scanning her again as he backed away. After a few moments, he turned toward his father, itching to give him another piece of his mind in the form of another punch, this time to the face, where maybe he'd land it hard enough to break his fucking nose.

He ripped his piercing glare from his father, directing it toward his brother, who stared back with a reasonably concerned look on his face, trembling at the unsightly condition of his family.

Choso stepped over the broken glass, turning his back to his parents as he grabbed his brother by the arm, walking him back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Whats going on, Cho?” Yuji asked, obviously worried and visibly afraid, regardless of the way he squared his shoulders, trying to mimic his big brother's strong demeanor.

Choso acted quickly, hard lines cutting downwards between his brows as he opened one of his dresser drawers, rummaging through the pile of clothing he never bothered to fold, grabbing just about any tee, one for him and one that was likely oversized for his brother, praying to God under his breath to get them both out of this hellhole of a home before he was finally forced to draw blood.

“Cho!” Yuji yelled, trying to break Choso from his trance.

“Shut up and get dressed.” Choso replied, balling up and tossing a Nine Inch Nails tee at Yuji, the fabric smacking him in the chest and chin. “We need to get the fuck out of here, now.” He demanded as he rushed to pull his own black Nirvana tee over his head and chest.

“What the fuck did dad do?” Yuji whined, stretching the neck of the shirt to pull over his head.

“The fuck does he always do?” Choso retorted, irritated even more just thinking about it.

Yuji put the tee on, crossing his arms, staring at Cho as he watched him throw on his black combat boots, stuffing the hem of his jeans inside.

“I don't have to be at school 'til eight.” Yuji mumbled.

“So what?” Choso snapped his head around to Yuji, his disposition calming a bit as he observed his brother only had on loose boxers and no shoes since, he too, was ripped out of his sleep.

Choso grabbed his bag, gathered all his books in a messy pile in his arm and stepped toward Yuji, who glared back up at him with a frown, his lips scrunched into the corner of his mouth. “Go get your shit.” Choso ordered, his eyebrows raised.

Yuji rolled his eyes, then turned, opening the door, quickly walking across the hall into his own room where Choso followed, closing the door behind them. Yuji tossed on some jeans and Converse, “Now I'm fucking hungry”. He said, agitated.

“We'll get something. Then I have to get you to school.”

“What about mom?” Yuji asked, swiping his bookbag across his shoulder.

Choso paused for a moment, scrunching his lips together. “She'll be fine.” He turned to look Yuji up and down, still frowning as he checked to see if his brother was dressed semi-decently before resting his palm on Yuji's head of pink hair, shaking it a bit, “We just need to go.”

Yuji nodded, looking toward the floor as he adjusted the strap on his bag.

Choso turned toward the door and stepped out, heading for the back door to avoid saying anything to his father, let alone being forced to look at him in passing.

The brothers both headed out of the house for school, far too early.

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“Sooo Sooo!!!” The boys chuckled amongst themselves as they called out to Choso, who walked 20 feet in front of them, his arm filled with his thick books, most of which appeared to be too much for his satchel to handle as it hung like a fifty-pound weight from his shoulder.

After killing some time, then getting Yuji fed and dropping him off at school, he had mere minutes left to make it to his destination. Not to mention his classes on campus seemed to be a mile away from each other, and there was never enough time for him to make it to the next one.

“Hey nerd! You got an answer for us?” Naoya rested his heavy forearm on Choso's free shoulder, obviously making matters far worse, his elbow digging into the back of Choso's neck, the rest of his goofy friends trailing him.

“Get the fuck off me bro.” Choso snaps, his face contorting into an expression of stark anger.

“Aww we're not bro's yet! Just So-So, right?” he quipped, overly pleased with his lame attempt at a joke that had obviously fallen completely flat. At least to Choso. “Did you get pops to agree?” he continued as he looked back at his frat brothers who snickered amongst themselves as they followed closely behind.

Choso winced, “Agree to what I already said 'no' to? No.”

“Dude, you've got shit else going for you besides us! What the fuck are you gonna do while you're here? Take up space and not contribute to the community?” Naoya's voice was like nails on a chalkboard to Choso at this point. Especially considering he was already irritated to the point of exhaustion.

Choso's leaned down to grip his slippery books, sweat beads forming on his nose and behind his ear from rushing to the next overly strict Psychology professor's class, causing the frame to slip down his face just a touch, no doubt assisted by Naoya's asinine behavior.

“I don't have time for that shit, Naoya. The fuck is wrong with you? There're eight thousand other students here.”

“Oh wow... you've got balls huh, So?” he cackled, pressing in harder to Choso's neck as he leaned in toward his ear, “I'll tell you what, I'll give you about a month to give me a better answer than that, and your 'bro's' will help make your lame ass life a little more exciting huh?”

Choso felt his blood run hot and adrenaline rushing as he cut his eyes at Naoya, “the fuck off me.” He huffed hard, yanking his shoulder from under his elbow at the word 'fuck'. At the same moment his books and glasses toppled to the ground just as he'd reached at the bottom of the stairs of his building.

Naoya and his frat brothers laugh obnoxiously at Choso as they watch him gather his things, one of his books losing its cover, as this has happened unfortunately more than enough times for it to finally lose a grip on the pages.

“Hahaha! See you later So-So, huh?” Naoya hoots, turning away with his friends, leaving Choso to clean up his mess.

“Shhhit. Fucking asshole.” Choso swears as he bends over, veins popping from his neck, gathering his papers as they begin to blow away, then reaching for his glasses.

“Let me get that for you.”

Choso's ears perk as he hears a soft voice close by, stooping down next to him.

His eyes travel up from the mess on the ground to meet your face, your gorgeous face. The face of a woman that he apparently had never seen before today.

He glances up, squinting through his slightly nearsighted pupils as you came more into focus, almost everything behind you blurred, the light aroma of ylang ylang and grapefruit floating on the breeze, blending with the smell of the cherry blossoms.

You stooped there with him, your hands spreading to help him gather his papers that had found their way out a little farther than his direct reach.

“Thanks” he said, sliding his books together in a pile, flinching a little as your hand moved much closer to his.

As small as the gesture was, It was the warmest he'd experienced in his college life, and he'd been all the more grateful for it in this particular moment where he needed nothing more than something ... anything pleasant.

“Oh, your cover.” You say, as you fold it over the detached pages between it.

His eyes darted back down to avoid staring as he finished gathering.

“Tch... s'crazy” Choso complains, tired of dealing with just about everything.

“Mmm... It happens, right?” You replied with a warm, empathetic smile as you stood.

Choso glanced up at you after adjusting his glasses back onto his face, his eyes inadvertently traveling halfway up your legs, then quickly darting back to his hands, while wondering where on earth you'd come from all of a sudden. Why hadn't he seen you here before?

The direction of his whelmed gaze on your smiling face changed slowly from up to down as he stood, towering at least seven inches above you, throwing his strap back over his shoulder and gripping his books, much tighter this time.

“Uhm...” you chuckled, your eyes resting on his dark features with a concerned look on your face as you glanced at the last disheveled book in your hand, “I guess you won't get much back for this one huh?”

Choso was amazed by how absolutely beautiful you were, your warm smile appearing so bright it could be mistaken for the sun. Up to now, no one had ever bothered to give a shit about what was going on with him. But at this moment, it was as if none of the world existed but you and your kind heart, which warmed up his entire being.

“Probably not.” Choso muttered, some semblance of a smile finding it's way on to his lips, if only faintly. “I think I've got it from here.”

“It's starting! Let’s go slowpoke! Professor Kento'll be pissed!” Utahime whined from the top of the stairs where she held the door open.

You turned toward Choso, flashing another warm smile as you made your way up the stairs. “See ya.”

Choso watched you disappear through the doors with Utahime as he followed slowly behind, taken aback by the knowledge that you were in the same class as he. He walked in with seconds to spare, his eyes following you and Utahime as you both giggled to yourselves. He took his usual seat in the second row from the front, noticing that he'd passed your row as he traveled down the stairs toward his.

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“I'm impressed.”

Choso turns to his right, seeing your face again as you smile up at him as he walked out the door of the building.

“You seem to understand this stuff far better than the rest of us.” You muttered. “Do you tutor?”

Choso chuckled under his breath, raising his eyebrows “Uh, no”.

“Maybe you should. You're kind of brilliant.”

“Tch. I wouldn't go that far.”

“Aww... give yourself some credit. Professor Kento's course isn't exactly an easy A.”

Choso glanced over at you, sneaking another chance to see your face up close, hoping to burn the memory of it into his mind before you were forced to part ways.

“Do you think maybe we could share notes? I'm not quite sure I understood his lecture on psychosis.”

Choso paused for a moment, unnoticeably slowing his strides as his hair swayed left to right, considering what that could mean. Exchanging numbers? Spending time...? possibly?

“Uh... sure. I have Biochemistry now though, so...” he mentioned, looking toward the building, seemingly clear across campus. “aaaand a break before AnaPhy?”

“Perfect!” Your eyes lit up as you bit your lip, excited to get some help from the top of the class. “I have Sociology now, so I'll have some time after, too. Meet at the library?”

Choso took a deep breath as he took in the radiance of your smile, his heart skipping a beat. He tore his eyes away, swallowing as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose, looking around nervously. He didn't spend much time around women. They came around periodically due to his father's reputation, but it was easy to see almost immediately what they were after. His head remained mostly stuck in his books as his greatest escape from the other issues of his life, besides spending time with Yuji, especially since he knew that his grades were the only thing he had control over that had the potential to make a significant difference in his life, and the life of his mother and brother.

He cleared his throat, “Uh... okay. Yeah. I'll see you then.” But right away, you seemed different.

“Bye!” you bounced off to catch up with Utahime, who had made it across the walkway, already on her way to the next building.

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Choso sat anticipating your arrival at the library after his course. It was dismissed just a bit earlier than usual, and the mere thought of actually having plans to see you, even if for a short while, made him more anxious than he had anticipated.

It was so nice being in your presence. You were a breath of fresh air. Different than any other person he'd known in his life. When contrasted against everything else he was currently experiencing in his life, being around you was like spending time in an alternate universe. A place that he had a chance to disappear to. It was relaxing. Even the wait was pleasant.

“So-So!”

Choso's body tensed as Naoya's voice pierced through the silence in the library far too loudly, loud enough to warrant a death glare from the librarian. And of course, Choso's expression wasn't any more welcoming. How fucking frustrating that he couldn't even sit quietly with his thoughts without them being so rudely disrupted.

“Suuuup?” Naoya pat Choso on the back hard, close to his neck causing him to flinch, his glasses falling off of his face onto the large rectangular desktop in front of him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Choso cut his eyes at Naoya as he grimaced, holding back the strongest desire to cuss him out. Luck. It was pure luck Naoya had that Choso's self-control dominated his behavior, well, mostly anyway, and that he didn't see punching his face in as a worthy trade for the security of his future. And it was pretty obvious Naoya knew it.

“So, what's the verdict?”

“Nothing's changed since this morning, asshole. And you keep touching me, we're gonna have a serious fucking problem.”

Hey, hey! No need to get all outta character So-So! It's all good, we're just reminding you of how important it is to get invo–”

“Is everything okay over here?” You dropped your book on to the desk next to Choso a little too hard, yet another gesture capturing the attention of the librarian who was two seconds away from kicking you all out.

You leaned in towards Choso's face, “You ready to work?” you said to him with kind eyes, then cut a sharp glare up toward Naoya.

“Heh!” Naoya jested, “What are you, his bodyguard? Or... his mom?”

That comment now warranting a second pair of cut eyes to turn toward him.

“Why don't you go find something productive to do?” Choso grunted, frowning as he looked up at him with a shrug. “I mean, you can't manage to grade higher than the lower 16th of our class for obvious reasons.”

Naoya sneered, his glare flicking between you and your studious new friend before leaning too far into Choso's personal space. “Tch. Whatever smartass. Like I said. One month.” He muttered walking off with his “friends”.

Choso took a breath, shaking his head, then props his elbow on the table, running his hand through his jet-black hair, then pressing his fingers across his head from his temples toward his frontal lobe as he screwed is eyes shut.

“I'm sorry about that. They're such a fucking headache.” He mutters as your scent wafts into his olfactories, seemingly a little too close.

He opens eyes as he turns toward you, watching you mindlessly taking the seat just to the left of him, plopping down mere inches away, his body tensing immediately as you sat, but not in a way that made him uncomfortable. It was, in fact, quite the opposite. He clears his throat, slightly adjusting himself into his seat as he attempts to relax his mind.

You turn toward him, with a concerned expression. “It sure looks like it. I'm sorry, too.”

Choso frowns a bit as his lids fall into a squint. “Why are you apologizing?”

You shrugged, “Well, I'm sure it's frustrating. They really should do better around here. the students, as well as leadership. We come here to learn, right? Not to endure harassment.”

“True. But... sometimes it's just life, right?”

“Doesn't have to be.” You stated, matter-of-factly as you opened your Psychology book and notebook, pulling a few pens and pencils out of your bag.

Choso glanced downward appreciating your resolve as your statement hung in the air, perceiving it as a show of strength. It was admirable, and apparently rare in that environment, seeing a student go so blatantly and boldly against the grain, especially when most people would rather just not bother dealing with someone they could easily find intimidating.

He clasped his hands together between his legs under the table as he leaned forward, pressing his torso against the edge. He turned his head toward you, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bouncing once as he peered through his glasses at you.

It was quite the sight, watching you prop your head up on your left fist, using your right hand to gently brush your hair behind your ear. His eyes followed your fingers down toward your lobe, tracing the line of your neck, your skin smooth, supple, and pretty.

His eyes flicked to your hand as he watched you pick up a pen, twirling it between your fingers, your cute little wrist bending gracefully. His eyes then traced the line of your arm back up toward your chest, your V-neck displaying the tiniest bit of cleavage. Choso's breath hitched as he parted his lips just a touch, his eyes darkening as they followed your neck back up and across your glossed lips, tiny sparkles catching the light as you lightly puckered them then softly bit the bottom.

Choso inhaled quickly, as he licked his lips then cleared his throat, turning back to his books, secretly hoping that he could continue sitting, just like this with you, for as long as possible.

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Choso awoke sometime around eleven p.m., his hand having wandered behind the band of his boxers, firmly gripping the warm flesh around his hardened cock as his subconscious thoughts swirled around you. Your face, your smile, your skin... his hand pulled against the lengthy shaft of his thick member, his ab muscles contracting, breath escaping his lungs in quick huffs, his entire body heating up and tensing from overwhelm. He was unable to think of much else after you left, besides how he wanted more than anything for you to stay.

He wanted it … wanted you, so badly, it seemed those thoughts carried into his sleep as he thrusted himself into his strong hand. He had passed out on the couch next to the door that you'd sat on as you waited for Yuki, unable to take his mind off you.

It wasn't intentional, but he was already there. His blood running hot from his very vibrant, and quite palpable thoughts. His body seemed to have a mind of its own as it responded to all of his pent up desire. He squeezed harder as he imagined your walls tightening around him, gripping and pulling him, coaxing and begging him to fill you up.

He was already so worked up at this point that he'd gone too far and couldn't stop. He pulled the band of his boxers down lower, freeing his thick, heavy cock from its confines as he stroked it harder from hilt to tip, imagining how good it must feel to be buried inside you. He gripped the bottom hem of his shirt, lifting it to his mouth, stuffing it between his teeth, the fabric muffling his deep groans as his eyes remained screwed shut, memories of the sound of your sweet voice flooding his mind as his other hand wrapped around the base of his hefty shaft, his fingers curling around his balls.

The frustration of not having you close has been messing with his head for so long that he felt himself pressing toward desperation. He thrusted harder, his body crying out to feel you in real time as both his hands worked his dick toward release. He was rock hard and throbbed in his strong hands as he pulled himself off, feeling an eruption tremor from deep inside. The image of your glossy lips, your big, beautiful eyes, your pretty face as you sat talking with him in his backyard, the recollection of his desire to take you right then and there being enough to drive him mad. But right now, he was so close to cumming.

He yanked at his cock faster and faster, mimicking the beat of his heart, his breaths and groans becoming louder behind the fabric of his shirt, now moistened by his saliva and the sweat gathering at his neck, trickling down between his pecs.

He thrusted and squeezed until he felt his sack contract and his hot cum pressing forward, his hand fisting upward toward his glans to catch his seed, and so much of it, out into his palm as the muscles in his abdomen tightened. His body trembled, his eyes rolled back, and his face turned toward the heavens as flashes of your beautiful face, and the way he caught a glimpse of your wet tongue when you licked your lips crossed his mind, causing his muted whimper to seep from between his clenched teeth through that fabric upon his release.

He lay there, panting, his chest heaving stifled breaths as his mouth let go of his tee and his eyes slowly opened toward the ceiling, as he waited for his heartrate to calm. His hooded gaze finally drifted over to one of the large glass windows across the living room that offered a view into the vast dark forest. The only light being the few sconces on the outside walls of the house, offering a bit of visibility as the windows blurred the lines between inside and outside.

The relief he'd just had, coupled with the atmosphere comforted him. Choso fully appreciated all the small things, beginning with nature. The calming sounds, the earthy smells, the environment was a reflection of all the things he loved. The overall mood created a culture in his daily life, a life that he wanted to share with you. Yet right now, he wondered what you would think of him. Knowing the way he thinks of you. Knowing how he longed for you, desired you, pined for you, needed you. Choso wondered if you would hate him for being such a fucking pervert. He closed his eyes a moment, taking a deep breath, a tinge of shame passing over him as he sat up and removed his shirt, using it to wipe himself up before he made a bigger mess.

You have been here. Alone this time, with him in his home. You'd made the connection, realizing who he was, and the hope that it could lead to you growing closer together was something that he'd held on to for so long. These visits back into the past of your time together seemed to come more often lately, and Choso wanted nothing more than for it to be a sign that maybe, just maybe you really were drawing closer to him.

Memories of his college life more often felt like hauntings, especially considering the lack of closure that came with them, attached to the guilt he felt regarding your experiences back then. He wanted all of it resolved, and he wanted you by his side.

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“So you left?” Yuki asked as she sat on your couch with you, chugging her beer.

“Yeah. Why wouldn't I?” you frowned, “He's crazy.”

“Crazy huh?” Shoko muttered, opening her bottle as she sat and curled her feet up on your loveseat.

“Yeah!” you whined, “C'mon guys. Why would someone uproot their entire life to do something like this? It's not rational.”

“It's definitely odd. What was his explanation?” Yuki asked.

“He claims he has his reasons, and that I just don't see things the way he does.”

“I mean... it kinda makes sense, right?”. Shoko shrugged.

“Excuse me?” You questioned. “What 'kinda make sense'?”

“That you don't see things the way he does. I mean, he could legitimately be crazy, but … He'd have to be pretty damn good at hiding it. I would think we'd have seen at least some of that crazy in the four months he kept coming around.”

“Maybe... but that's hardly enough evidence to justify his position”.

“Hm... I can tell you what is evidence...” Shoko pops a chip in her mouth, crunching on it as she spoke. “The fact that you were in a coma for three.”

You paused, staring at her for a moment, still frowning, your eyes bouncing around, searching for a spot in your brain that agreed with her logic, then glanced over at Yuki.

“S' a good point.” Yuki muttered; her eyebrows raised.

“How?” you retorted. “What does that have to do with him moving all the way here to be close to me when he barely knew me?”

“How do you know he barely knew you?” Yuki stated. “You can't recall anything, remember? The only thing you can be sure of is, right now, you barely know him.”

“Are you kidding? How can you just take his side like that?” you whined.

“I'm not saying he's a good guy. I don't know him either. But … that's just it. Even though you went to school together and apparently spent time together, you recall very little.”

Your eyes darted around for a second, “I dunno, guys. This seems way out there to me.” You replied, grimacing.

“Well, think about it for a sec, under normal circumstances, would it be far-fetched for someone to move closer to family or friends?” Shoko asked.

“Or girlfriend.” Yuki added.

You looked down at the cold cider beer in your hands. “Okay now you guys are really freaking me out.”

Shoko and Yuki both chuckled.

“I get it. I mean... severe head trauma can have serious consequences, or... whatever it was that caused the concussion. I can only presume was some kind of head trauma.” Shoko added. “And if that's the case, I'm curious to know what the hell happened.”

“Yeah, and I can only imagine what this all must feel like.” Yuki concurred. “I'm really sorry you had to go through that.”

You sat next to Yuki, twirling the bottle in your hand, reminded of the remainder of the experience that you hoped you'd forget forever.

“Yeah... but... like I said before, I can't help but feel a little angry at him for... bringing this all back up for me again, you know?” You took a deep breath, and a large gulp of your beer.

“Are you sure it's anger?” Yuki asked.

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“Well, how would you feel If I came to you and told you I could reveal every detail of that part of your life? That somehow, I could make you recall everything?” She replied.

“Scared.” You shook your head, looking up at her from your bottle. “I'd be scared.” You muttered.

“Yeah.” Yuki muttered. “The thing is, I feel like Choso will get something out of it if you remember.”

“What?”

“You.” She spoke. “He'll get you”.

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Choso approached the door huffing, sweat dripping as he finished up his workout just before the doorbell rang.

“Hey! Working hard?” Yuji asked, beaming as he sauntered in.

“I guess.” Choso answered, planting his face in his towel.

Yuji walked in, closing the door behind him as Choso headed for the kitchen. “Todo gave me this, told me to bring it back to you.” He tossed a black, balled up piece of fabric toward Choso.

Choso turned to look, grabbing it quickly to keep it from falling to the floor. He un-balled it, noticing it was his old Nirvana tee that Todo borrowed after leaving the gym. He glanced back up at Yuji.

“Thanks. You talk to mom recently?”

“Yeah. She's great. Doing just fine. She asked about you.” He said as he plopped down on the couch. “And her.”

Choso tossed the tee over the back of one of the barstools as he made a b-line to the fridge for water. He grabbed the cold bottle, closed the fridge, then turned around toward the counter to face Yuji shaking his head, “Not quite there yet.” He mumbled, just before gulping it down.

“More time huh?” Yuji asked grimacing as he propped his elbows on his knees.

Choso shrugged, dropping his head in disappointment. “Can't really blame her.”

“Yeah. I suppose not.” Yuji replied, observing his brother's obvious concern. “Maybe I could talk to her?”

“No way.” Choso voiced, “It has to be me. Besides, I don't wanna overwhelm her anymore.”

Yuji took a moment before responding. “You really think she'll come around?”

Choso felt his heart break a little at the thought of having any doubt. He stared at the writing on the label of his water bottle for a moment, then looked back up toward Yuji “Yeah. She has to. I won't give up until she does.”

“Well... I'm here. You know that.” Yuji replied, standing up from the couch.”

“Yeah. I do know that.” Choso murmured quietly.

“I'm here, but... I gotta go.” Yuji threw up a peace sign as he flashed his teeth, heading out the door. “I'll call you later!”

Choso chuckled and nodded as he watched him leave.

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The glass that his Hennessy came in was a little larger than normal. He'd ordered a different size this time, and as you walked it over to his table, you could smell the layered aromas wafting up from the glass a little easier.

It had been a while since you'd seen him. A few weeks. And in that time, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on with him. How he was doing. He seemed … sad when you left him, and you genuinely hoped he was ok considering the things he told you when you last spoke.

Seeing him tonight, flared feelings inside you that you didn't quite understand, especially considering you'd only spent a small amount of time with him alone, recently, and in college. Yet, the fear you'd felt began the process of fading as you reconciled with the fact that, in reality, he hadn't done much to fuel that emotion. In fact, quite the opposite had occurred actually.

He'd been pretty quiet overall. Hadn't called you, no form of harassment or rudeness, no disrespect whatsoever, and now, he just sat there working and hadn't really pressed you for anything. Which made you more curious, and maybe even a little confused.

Your previous conversations with him had all been pleasant, and prior to realizing he was someone from your past, you quite enjoyed being around him. It was still odd, his decision to live here, for obvious reasons, and if you're honest, it still held a tinge of creepy, but you didn't really feel any imminent danger.

Your emotions were … complicated... to say the least. But somehow, Choso didn't seem suspect. Adamant and persistent, but not suspect. You looked for a reason to fear him but came up short. Especially considering that he'd been so blunt, straightforward, and never hesitated to communicate.

You stood at the bar, watching him from afar as you leaned against it, bending your foot inside your shoes, hoping to work out some of the pain that was beginning to fester that seemed to make it's way up your leg.

“Ugh. I'm so ready to go home.” You mumbled to Yuki as she came over to the bar to pick up drinks for one of her tables.

“Well, it's nearly that time, anyway.” She glanced over at Choso, then back at you. “You have anyone left besides Mr. Kamo?”

You scrunched your lips into the corner of your mouth as you mentioned, “I called my mom.” You turned to Yuki. “We had a long talk. She wondered why I was asking about my past. After I made a huge deal for so long to avoid talking about it, she didn't understand why I suddenly wanted to remember.”

“Hmmm... I don't blame her. I'd be concerned about you, too.” Yuki glanced back over to Choso. “Any mind-blowing revelations to speak of?”

“Well...” Your eyes drifted to him also. “Possibly. I've got two more tables left... But they're both just about done.”

“Has Choso mentioned anything to you?”

“No, actually. He just ordered his food as normal and has been sitting there working.”

“Hmm... you think he's up to something?”

“He could be. But as you said before, maybe it's just me.” You muttered, observing him as he sat coolly and comfortably at his table. “I mean,” you huffed, “what about me though? I don't get what he wants. But since he's been here, he's the same as always.”

Yuki glanced over at him again, then back at you, frowning as you turned your foot every which way to alleviate whatever pain you were feeling. “Have you taken anything for that?” she asked, looking down toward your feet.

“Nah.” You replied. “I hate taking 'medicine'. I feel like I just need to get off of them and give 'em a break. My body is making it pre-tty clear that I'm just putting too much pressure on 'em.”

“I agree, but wallowing around in pain without fixing the issue is just ridiculous, right?” Yuki whined.

“Tch. Can't argue with that. At all.” You said as you grabbed your check from the bar, sliding it into a puffy checkbook.

You flexed your toes again before heading back to your section toward Choso's table. “Here you go.” you muttered as you placed it down gently.

He glanced up at you, his eyes not staying put but examining your entire silhouette. “Thank you.” He murmured as he reached across his laptop to grab it.

You stood there for a few seconds too long, staring back at him, waiting for him to say something more just before turning to offer your other tables their checks as well, continually lifting and bending your feet up to relieve some of the tension in your legs. They paid up, and you turned back to Choso to see if he was finished managing his check details. He was, so you grabbed his book, turning to head back to process it.

“Um...” he reached out his hand, gently tapping your arm to stop you just before you left. “I wanted to apologize … about everything.”

You cocked your head to the side, your eyes shrinking into a squint as you questioned in your head what he meant.

“Can we...” he looked down in a huff. “Can we just … start over? Maybe?”

“Start over?” you echoed.

He gazed up at you from his seat, having the hardest time prying his eyes from yours as he tapped his finger a few times nervously on his table. “We knew each other.” He started, “I mean, we did then, but... we don't now. So... maybe we can start from scratch?”

You looked away with a tiny blush. It was hard to not be excessively attracted to him, but easy to dwell on all the stuff that you didn't quite understand. Yet you figured, what better way to understand than to learn?

“Okay.” You replied softly with a nod. “I'll be back with your change.”

“I don't need any.” Choso muttered, smirking a bit as he grabbed his things.

You nodded again and headed over to your friend as she stood at another computer closest to the kitchen.

“Still nothing?” Yuki asked, also wondering why Choso had decided to go silent.

“Ummm... I dunno.” You replied with a tiny smile. “I mean, I still have questions of course, but... I think a little more communication will take care of that.”

You opened his book with his paid check inside as you approached the register. He'd left a fifty-dollar bill in it for you, which was still a lot considering, but nowhere near the ridiculous amounts he used to give. On the other side of the book were three rectangular pieces of cardstock. They appeared to be business cards stuffed in the pockets with something typed on them:

Kamo Massage Clinic ~ One Free Massage & Aromatherapy Session Date: XX/XX ~ Time: 17:00 Location: Kamo VIP Residence

Before you could even process what you were looking at, Yuki gasped, “A free massage!? Niiiice! I'll take yours if you don't wanna go!” she yelped.

“Tch, same for me.” Shoko added, poking her nose over your shoulder into the book as you looked inside.

“Guys, c'mon!” you whined.

“No, you c'mon. We'll all go at the same time. We can keep the weird to a minimum, and we can all get pampered together!” Yuki proclaimed. “Pleeeeease?”

You turned toward Choso's table to find that he had gone. Conveniently he knew exactly when to schedule the appointment for all of you, yet he did take the chance that you might all have other plans. Nevertheless, your legs and feet were screaming for you to give in.

“Ugh! Fine!” You said, rolling your eyes. “Clearly we could all use it anyway”.

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The three of you arrived at his place at the time allotted on the card, with Shoko driving again. All of you pretty stoked to receive a professional massage.

Ino answered the door this time, also wearing a massage tunic, welcoming you all inside. Before the door was even opened, yet again you could smell the inside of the house. It was extremely fragrant, and full of interest as usual, except this time, there were wine glasses laid out across the bar, teacups, as well as a variety of different fruits, along with some dark chocolate.

After Ino closed the door behind you, he walked you over to the bar and explained the process, describing what the VIP treatment entailed. “You ladies take or drink anything before you arrived? You're all completely sober right?”

“Yup.” You answered. “Squeaky clean.”

“Good”. Choso replied.

They offered a few different teas. Each blend was created by hand and were offered with the different types of massages you could choose from. There were two massage tables set up outside, the fire pit was lit, as well as tiki torches, towels and oils on small tables next to them.

You all sat at the bar, the aromas of each of the teas blending together, creating a relaxing experience as you observed the available bottles, looking to decide which beverage you'd consume to compliment your session.

“So,” Ino clapped his hands together with a huge smile on his face. “Which of you lovely ladies would like to go first?”

“Me!” Yuki volunteered. “And I'll take ... that tea. It smells aaamazing!” She was so excited.

“Okay, that's Chamomile Honey.”, Choso chimed in, “But I need to advise you, they all have an herbal relaxant inside. It's called valerian root. I use it in a lot of my drinks.”

“That sounds fun” Shoko chuckled. “So... basically valium?”

“Well...” he snickered a little, “Not exactly, it’s close but... the dose is not as strong, of course. And it's more natural and far better for the body.” He smiled at Shoko, “How did you know that?”

“I'd like to think I'm not wasting ALL my family's money on medical school...” she quipped. “Although, I'm curious why you use it?”

“Yeah” Choso huffed, “I use it as a prep to relax the muscles, and the mind. Helps them to better receive the techniques I use during sessions.”

Just as he glanced over at you, you ripped your eyes away from the beautiful smile on his face, turning toward the counter full of herbs. It was difficult to keep your mind off of him... Not to mention all of your unanswered questions on top of his beautiful personality.

You couldn't help but question yourself. It was a little frustrating, and maybe you were even a bit of a creeper for overlooking certain things. But it felt better not to worry. And again, he didn't feel like a threat. Plus, your friends were here. What could go wrong?

You kept your head down, hoping your attraction to him would subside some, but... being around him like this... in this environment... he was like a magnet. And somehow you felt it might have been by design. After all, it was no different than all the other times you were there.

“Have you decided yet?” Choso asked, now standing awfully close to you.

You gasped, taking a deep breath as you cranked up an eyebrow, snapping out of your mini daze. “Uh... yeah... I'll take that Lavender Lemon Ginger one... with honey.”

“Okay”. Choso replied, his gaze locked on to your face. “But... I mean, have you decided when you'll begin your session?”

“I'm going with Yuki!” Shoko interrupted. “I am too excited about this. Which one of you guys will do the honors for me!”

Choso dropped his chin to his chest as he laughed subtly at Shoko's excitement. “Okay, no problem.” He looked back over to you. “Looks like you'll have to wait.”

You giggled, “That's fine.”

Choso stared at you for a while longer, “So... Lavender Lemon Ginger huh?” he asked. “That can be a little spicy.” He teased with a smirk, “But then, you like spice, right?” His eyes lingering on yours, traveling quickly up and down your body, as if in an attempt to memorize every detail.

“Yeah, I do.” You pressed in your lips as you smirked back, brushing your hair behind your ear with a blush.

That tiny gesture of yours, yet another memory of his, manifested itself into reality before him. It may have been little to nothing to anyone else, but for Choso, it was the cruelest form of tease, one that he was barely able to take.

He was dying to get closer. So much so, that it was eating him up inside, but he needed to take his time. To give you time. He watched your movements closely, working his self-control, tearing his eyes from the pink of your cheeks though his heart skipped in his chest, sending tingles through him. They were torturous, the feelings you gave him, but sweet. So sweet that he knew this memory would serve him well later, that his release would be even sweeter.

“Okay!” Choso huffed, maybe a bit too loud as a distraction from you as he turned his attention to the massage tables set up just outside the back door. “Ladies, uh... we can get started if you want, just let Ino know the type of massage you want, and we can accommodate you.”

“Ino interjected. “We start at Full Body or Half Body, then work our way through details from there. If you're doing Half Body, we focus on specific areas, which I assume would definitely include legs and feet for your girls, and perhaps shoulders and arms?”

“Yup. Half Body is perfect for me.” Shoko requested with her finger up.

“Me too. Exactly how you described it. Sounds like exactly what I need.” Yuki added.

“Awesome. So, Cho and I will take care of you two together. That cool?”

Shoko looked over at you, as if to inquire if you wanted to be left all alone to hang out while they completed their session.

“Oh I'm totally fine. I can wait.” You smiled as you looked over toward Choso who was out back at the tables, making sure the setups were perfected. “Um... I'll just sit and have my tea while you guys work. It feels really nice out.”

“We have some books and magazines you can use while you wait, and the patio, as you know, has a couch that you can relax on if you wanna chat with your friends.” Ino offered.

“That's wonderful. Sounds perfect.” You replied.

“So, now for the last detail... are you ladies prepared for dress? If you brought clothes, you could wear those, or, we have brand new cotton tops and bottoms you can wear and take with you. No pressure, just let us know what you prefer.”

“Oh wow. Thanks.” Shoko replied. “But we decided we'll use the clothes we brought with us.”

“Okay, perfect. There are two bathrooms over there on this floor, each with a shower if you need, and there's one upstairs also if you wanna use that one.”

Yuki and Shoko both head for the bathrooms on the main floor.

“Um... do you mind if I go ahead and use the one upstairs?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Choso muttered as he wandered back in from outside. “I don't mind in the slightest. Ino can sho–”

“Why don't you show me?”

“Uh... Okay... yeah sure...” Choso said as he glanced over to Ino, then nodded as he walked by you, clearing his throat. “Follow me.”

You walked up the stairs with your bag in hand, following slowly behind him. He reached the top of the stairs, to the open area just above the kitchen. The master bath was located in his bedroom, where he walked directly across, stopping to turn toward you, motioning to the door. His room overlooked the backyard from that floor, where the same huge windows lined the wall. The view was spectacular.

“Here you go. Take your time. I'll be downstairs.” He said, as he turned to leave you to it.

“Um... Choso...?”

“Yea?” he replied, turning back toward you.

“I'm sorry, too.”

His expression twisted in confusion. “What?”

“Thanks for this. I presume you noticed me complain about pain at work?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I thought I could help. I can understand what you girls must be feeling working as hard as you do at that place.”

“Yeah. But also... I was hoping we could finish our conversation.” You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry if I came off... rude… before. If it's okay with you, I'd like to learn more about what happened back then.” Your eyes plead with him as you spoke, your brows threading together in the center.

Choso's eyes grew wide as he felt his heart leap in his chest.

“This is ... complicated... for me. And I gotta admit… a little scary. But I can't help but feel there are some pieces of my life missing that I might want to put back Into place.”

Choso stared at you in awe, shocked, but ecstatic to hear these words, yet also visibly perplexed. It took him a few moments to speak. He worked to keep his excitement to a minimum to avoid a single false move that could potentially ruin everything. “What changed?” He finally uttered after a deep breath.

You looked out into his backyard through the crystal-clear window, the smoke from the tiki torches and fire pit making their way up toward the second floor as you paused.

“I talked to my parents last week.” You started, turning back to look at Choso's stunned expression. “Years ago, after the news about my memory loss, I just wanted to leave everything as it was. I was scared and upset. They tried many times to work with me to regain my memory, but I refused. When I spoke to my mother last week, I mentioned you.”

Your eyes carried remnants of that fear behind them, but mostly concern, and worry.

Choso averted his eyes down and away, focusing them on the land outside the window too, as he took in a deep breath, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets as he turned his face toward the floor, and his dark eyes back up to meet yours.

“Choso...” You felt your heart beating out of your chest, and your breaths passing your lungs with a little more difficulty as you considered all the possible implications of what you were about to ask him. “What happened? ... Who are you to me?”

He noticed your heavy breathing, and tears beginning to well up in your lower lids. He took two quick long strides toward you, his hands landing softly on your shoulders, sliding to the middle of your arm as he squeezed gently. He leaned in and peered into your eyes as he spoke with crystal clear intention and resolve.

“Hey. Everything's ok. You're completely safe.” He stepped closer, crossing his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Your friends are here. And if you need anything, anything at all. I'm here too. For as long as you need me. I promise.” He held you, feeling the cool of the air behind a couple of your tears falling on his chest, seeping through the fabric of his top.

“I know I've said this a million times. But I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you by showing up here. I just didn't want to leave you alone. Alone by yourself, or alone without me here to support you however I need to. Please know, that I don't want to apply any more pressure on you.” He pulled back, looking you in the eyes, wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs, as he held your face in his warm hands. “I'll even talk to your mom if you want me to.”

“Thank you. This is, overwhelming.” You mumbled, “and, I have too many unanswered questions.”

Choso’s eyebrows jumped, “Well, there’s a lot.” He sighed “A lot to talk about. How about you finish your session first? I’m sure it will help you to relax and calm down a bit, then we can talk as long as you want.”

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The girls came out of the bathrooms in bathing suits and towels.

You sat outside on the patio couch in a robe, drinking your ginger tea laced with valerian root. Choso added eucalyptus to the tiki torch fuel, which was a nicer touch than the typical citronella.

The boys had small tables set against the wall for their various oils, stones and miscellaneous things used for the sessions. The massage table Shoko used was set up parallel to the couch you sat on, between you, and the back wall of the kitchen. Choso was Shoko's masseuse, of course, after Yuki insisted that Ino “Bless her with his hands”.

You sat across from Choso and Shoko, watching him at work. He was fascinating. His movements were slow and meticulous as expected. You were reminded of how well he worked in the kitchen, the way he cooked with such perfection, yet a relaxed demeanor. He was the same, if not even more relaxed as he performed the massage.

Your drink was beginning to have an effect, and it was nice. You watched as Choso moved, pouring his massage oil slowly into his hand rubbing it in, then gliding his hands slowly down Shoko's pretty legs. It was hypnotizing. Choso's hands were big and strong, and the light caught against the oil, causing it to shine across her legs as he pressed into her smooth skin.

You felt dazed, yet extremely relaxed as you observed. You propped your elbow up on the arm of the couch as you leaned on it, cupping your warm tea in your hand with your legs propped up beside you. Your eyes flicked over slowly to Shoko's face, to find her smiling at you as you watched.

“You look comfortable.” Shoko teased with a smirk. “How is your valium?”

Both you and Choso chuckled, Yuki being too preoccupied flirting with Ino to hear anything you were saying.

“It's not Valium, woman.” Choso quips, not breaking his stride massaging.

“Close enough.” Shoko joked as his hands made their way to her shoulders. “Ah man... thank you so much for this Cho. You're really good.”

“Hmph, you're welcome. And I would like to hope so. Especially since it's my job.” He smirked. “Which, by the way, I hope you can send some clients my way.”

“Oh, don't worry. I will for sure.” Shoko agreed.

Choso's eyes flicked over to you, catching you staring intently at him, your gaze lingering awfully long. He watched you, watching him, as his hands now slid across the oil on Shoko's arm, then back up. They glided down the middle of her back, skipping her glutes, then clinging to her legs as they worked through her thigh and calf muscles.

You locked eyes with him, imagining what his hands must feel like, finding yourself anxious to have a turn.

Ino's alarm goes off on his phone, the sound of a Japanese gong resonating through the quiet of the serene outdoor space.

“Looks like we're done” Ino says as he wipes his hands of the oil.

“Ugh Noooo! That was so amazing, Ino.” Yuki whined. “It seems an hour is too short. What a tease!”

“Hey, you’re welcome back here anytime!” Ino offers.

“But I'm not ready to go yet.” She continued.

“Mmmm, fine” Ino said, “I’ll give you another 15 minutes, but only if you stay and have a couple glasses with me.”

“Yes!” Yuki shrieked.

You all giggled at her as Shoko reluctantly got up from the table. “Wow. That was so fire.” She said. But now you’ve made me tired.”

“That’s a good thing.” Choso replied, looking over at you. “You ready over there?”

You smiled over at him as Shoko glanced at you, then back at him for a second before muttering, “Okay… I need to go home.”

“What?” you questioned. “You do realize you’re my ride, right?”

“Oh come on… seriously, I don’t have another hour in me to sit here and wait. I’ll be passed out, and I prefer my own bed.” She whined. “Besides…” She looked over at Choso with her eyebrows raised, “there are other cars here.”

Your eyes darted between her and Choso.

“You know I take zero issue with that.” Choso replied.

“Perfect!” Shoko said, hopping up from the table with her towel, “Im getting dressed and going home.” She said as she opened the back door. “It's getting kinda cold out here too, isn’t it?”

“It kind of is.” You replied.

“Well, we can take this inside if that’s ok?” Choso offered, waiting for your reply.

“Sure. I don’t mind at all.”

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Choso set up his massage table inside, upstairs in the open area just above the kitchen for your session to maintain the open view of the backyard. The evening brought with it a bit of a chill, that set in after Shoko left, and he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

He played SYML, now burning a Eucalyptus and Ozone candle to compensate for not being outside with the tiki torches. The ambiance was beautiful, dim lighting, and the fragrance was extremely relaxing. You could hear Ino and Yuki chatting and laughing among themselves downstairs.

“You all set?” Choso asked as you lay on your back on the table, one towel covering your chest, and one covering your middle, the rest of your skin exposed, as you requested a Full Body.

“I am” you replied with a sigh. You had chosen to lay on your back, because you wanted to see his pretty face as he massaged away all of your stress. The oil he used smelled sweet, and floral.

Choso stood on the left side of you as he began at your belly, choosing to drip the oil directly on to your skin, then rub it in himself. He smoothed it out, gliding it in circular motions around your abs, pressing in gently deepening the pressure as he moved his hands to each side.

His eyes continued to rest repeatedly on your gaze. As many times as he worked to avoid it, it proved to be difficult, seemingly for both him and you.

“You told me that I influenced changes.” You started, as he now gently massaged up and down your legs.

Choso took a breath before answering, “They didn't like that I had someone in my corner for once. Someone they could see. And who could see them for who they really were. The more time you spent with me, the less they did.”

Your eyes flicked up to him quickly, before you looked away thoughtfully. Your heart skipped a beat as you considered what he meant by that. You hesitated to ask, but couldn’t help it, since now, it seemed your own life was far more adventurous than you’d imagined. Your eyes shrank into a squint before you finally gave in. “How much time did we spend together?” you asked almost in a whisper.

Choso continued to move his hands in slow motion, before he slowly met your gaze with his. “We saw each other every day.”

“Every day?”

Choso nodded slowly “Every day.” He looked at you, with glassy, distant, longing eyes, and for a moment you could tell he had traveled somewhere in his mind that you'd be very interested to know of. “Does your mother still make her signature Okonomiyaki?”

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly. “She makes it for me whenever I come home to visit.”

He pressed into the back of your shins, moving down toward your feet.

You let out a sigh that sounded awfully close to a moan. “s – sorry... This feels amazing, Choso.” You complimented, turning your eyes away in embarrassment.

Choso returned your glance with a beautiful smirk under his hooded gaze. “S'okay. I'm glad you like it. That was, of course, my goal.”

“For you to make me feel amazing?”

“For you to like it.”

You blushed, pressing your lips together in an attempt to hide your smile. He leaned over your body as you laid on your back, his hands covered in oil, his face inching closer to you with each press, as his fingers glided up your arms, tracing the outline of your neck, curving around to the back, then back down toward your shoulders. His earthy, musky, sweet aroma wafting through your nose as you inhaled, blinking lazily.

His gaze pierced through yours as he leaned in even closer to your right shoulder. His fingertips pressed in, slightly tickling your neck as they slid down the back of your ear along your hairline. Goosebumps pressed through your skin as he spoke softly. “How does that feel?”

His deep, buttery voice vibrated through your body, the effects of your drink, the massage, and the sounds, taking you to a place you never expected to go.

“I ... I recognize the taste.”

His head tilted sideways, his gaze minimizing into a squint as he questioned you. “What?”

“The taste.” You repeated, speaking softly as the both of you remained close. “Valerian root... It was in my Bloody Mary was it not?”

Choso didn't bother to pause his massage as he took a moment to answer. He leaned back slightly as he locked eyes with you, his hands slowly traveling back down your neck, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your throat, then across your collar bone, down to your breastbone, and around the sides of each of your breasts.

“Yes.” He muttered.

You remained perfectly still as he traced the outline of your body. “Why?” you whispered, noting the fact that you should be far more upset than you were.

He continued, one hand resting on your waist, the other, gliding from your breastbone underneath your towel, curving up around your breast toward your armpit, then down your side, the other sliding across your belly to meet it, as they both pressed inward. “To relax you.”

Your body was feeling so soothed, aroused even. Choso had a way with you, and this time, you decided that you'd give it a little more time as you allowed him and his sensual nature to keep you in this place. This place, where you were beginning to feel other things ...

You didn't avert your gaze from his, your voice remaining a low whisper. “You didn't have my permission to do that.”

Choso stared deeply into your gaze, one hand on each side of your waist. He pressed his hands inward, the pads of his thumbs gliding up your belly in circular motions toward your breasts, stopping just underneath them, then curving outward from the middle, forcing a gasp from your lips, and a tingle from your core as he leaned into the press.

His deep voice uttered in a low whisper, “But I have your permission now?”

You lay still... exhaling from your gasp. “Yes.”

He reached for your arms again. The oil sliding between his skin and yours as his hands glided back up each arm, across your shoulders, then along your neckline, his fingers curling slowly, and gently around, sending shivers up your spine, then turning your head to the left as he leaned into the shell of your ear. His breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “You are so beautiful, and ... I miss you so much ... I could cum right now just from the sight of you.”

As Choso's body hovered over you, your hand remained positioned close to his middle. You moved it closer to the edge of the table, out of curiosity maybe, or just plain arousal as your blood ran hot in your veins. Needless to say, he did not disappoint. He grazed you, his cock rock solid as your eyes rested on his beautiful face.

The pupils in his hooded gaze were blown out dark, his lightly plumped lips pouting, his warm, needy expression melting you. “I'd do damn near anything to be with you.” He breathed.

You raised your hand slightly, flattening it against his hardened member as his thickness stretched against the fabric of his pants. “Why?”

Choso pressed himself into the palm of your warm hand. “Because I belong to you.”

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