Omg I Love Your Work😍 Can I Please Get A Best Friends Brother With Choso😍🩵

yall i just heard choso’s voice for the first time… i’m 600 words deep into this google doc rn <3

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

➪ 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Clingy. Overbearing. Annoying.

The words had been spoken in a fit of anger, harsh and loud, but overall meaningless and facetious.

Unlike them, however, the apology that ensued was anything but. It was sincere, so why, why, couldn’t you shake your newfound insecurities?

Despite the encouragement you received, you couldn’t help but be hesitant to go back to normal. The last thing you’d wanted to do was start another argument about boundaries or a lack thereof, and your concerns translated into your actions.

He notices instantly. Nanami has always been attentive to your emotions, but he’s even more so after such a hurtful fight.

Understandably, he’s incredibly guilty at how his words affected you, but he doesn’t blame you. Apologies are only the first step of many, after all.

“Darling? I’m home!” You peered up from your book, a small smile on your face. “Hey, love! I made dinner, it’s in the fridge.”

His smile softened. “Eat with me?” You fiddled awkwardly with your fingers. “O-oh, I already ate, so I’m going to finish this chapter real quick.”

His face fell, surprise and hurt clouding his eyes as he nodded slowly. “Alright then… I’ll be quick then.” You settled on a simple smile before looking back down at your book. Had you not been so quick to look back to your book, however, you would’ve missed the way his eyes narrowed in contemplation.

Not much changed after that. You were withdrawn and non-responsive for the night, and Nanami only became more concerned as the hours trudged by. It was only when you headed to the bedroom by yourself that his emotions made an appearance.

To his surprise and disappointment, you had shut off the light and already looked to be asleep. The two of you had always made it a point to turn in together.

“Yn, darling… what’s going on…?” You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for a noncommittal grunt, but it was instantly clear that your lover wasn’t going to let it go. “You’ve been quite distant lately. Can we talk about it?” 

You hesitated before turning over to face him, but you still couldn’t lift your gaze to his. He let out a short sigh before resting a gentle hand on your cheek. “You can tell me anything you’re feeling, this is a safe space. Your comfort will always be my top priority,” Nanami promised. 

You blew out a breath and sat up so that you could give him your full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shut you out,” You began, squeezing the blonde’s hand. “Don’t apologize,” Nanami interjected kindly. You flashed him a small smile before continuing. 

“It’s just… I know you apologized and we already reconciled from our… fight, but I was worried that I might upset you again if I was clingy,” You admitted weakly. His face seemed to crumble at your words, but before you could take them back, his palm was cupping your cheek in a gentle grip. 

“I said many things that I regret, my love, but apologizing was certainly not one of them. I spoke out of anger, but I didn’t mean any of it, that I can promise. Your affection and love are the things that I look forward to most, especially after work,” He promised, leaning in to look you directly in the eyes. 

Tears welled in your eyes, and you leaned into his hand, his words beginning to soothe the ache in your chest. Your relief was nearly palpable and Kento was quick to kiss the tears that fell, putting action behind his words, as he always did. 

“Can we… stay up a little later?” You sniffled, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations in his chest as he chuckled, the feeling comforting you. “Would you like me to hold you?” He offered, seeing right through your flimsy request. 

“I guess I can let you since you claim to enjoy it so much,” You replied playfully. Kento’s chuckle turned into a laugh as he pulled you down to lay beside him. “It would be an honor, love,” He played along. 

You made yourself comfortable on his chest and interlaced your hands, a soft sigh leaving you. “Love you, Kento,” You murmured, finally feeling at peace. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head and the “I love you” he whispered was just loud enough to reach you as you felt yourself begin to drift off to sleep.

During this strike please do what you can! If you aren’t in position to donate, remember to support Palestine online and in person by heeding the strike and spreading as much awareness as possible!🫶🏾

I am so sorry to bother you with this stupid question, but Bisan has asked for a complete stop in economic activity. Can I still donate to help Palestinians or is it better to avoid any transactions for the week ? Thank you so much for what you're doing

hello anon. don't apologise, you're a breath of fresh air after the recent visitors in my inbox. I think a slightly more accurate description of Bisan’s ask is to stop or minimise all economic activity not in direct support of Palestine. Now more than ever, I would encourage people to donate to escape funds for Palestinians, to direct aid organisations like CareforGaza and the PCRF, and to buy e-sims as they’re running low.

Below I’ve compiled a list of resources below but this is definitely just a small sample size of what you can do to help during this strike. This post here is an extremely comprehensive resource that I’d recommend you have a look at.

credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:

Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.

PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.

Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.

Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.

help people leave palestine (donate what you can)

Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)

Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)

Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)

Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)

Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)

so sorry I didn’t see your answer but yes it’s about choso and I’m almost positive you know what is😭

I have heard whispers😞

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE🤞🏾💔

last day of college thank fuck ;-; wanna start writing again asap!

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞

➪ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

mentions of drinking + intoxication

In hindsight, going to a frat party with Yuji being your only connection probably wasn’t the best idea. He meant well, really, he just got… distracted sometimes.

As popular as he was, people were clambering to talk to him and it was easy for the two of you to get separated. 

While you didn’t mind going to parties usually, tonight was different. It was the week before finals and the stress seemed to be piling up on your shoulder and dragging you down with it. 

Seeing you overworking yourself prompted your best friend to drag you out, insisting that some fun was exactly what you needed before locking in for next week.

It had honestly seemed like a good idea at the time, but now regret was swirling in your gut along with the shots Yuji had shoved into your hands, his grin wide. 

But now, he was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped in the sea of bodies and dizzy from the heat, the flashing lights, and the blasting music.

It was almost too much to handle and you knew you needed to get out of there, now. 

Stumbling and pushing past strangers, you barely managed to reach a secluded corner away from the speakers. Shaky hands pulled your phone out of your pocket and you quickly searched for Yuji’s number.

Crossing your fingers, you dialed it and waited for him to pick up, though you felt dumb for even hoping he would notice the ring over the noise. 

Sure enough, it eventually went to voicemail and you bit your lip, even more unsure of yourself. The only other option was to try and find him, you reasoned, rising to your feet. 

Immediately, however, your head spun and vision swam. You wobbled unsteadily on your feet for a moment before all but collapsing back into your chair.

You cursed yourself for letting Yuji convince you to ‘pre-game’ with him. His tolerance was unmatched, while yours was certainly not, and now it was hitting you all at once. 

“Hey! Come dance!” Your eyes lifted and you squinted, waiting for your vision to focus. Before you stood a boy you’d never seen before, his grin wild and his hand outstretched. He was conventionally attractive, with black hair-

Black hair. You waved the boy off and fumbled around for your phone once more. You pressed the contact right at the top of your message list and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Yn?” Your relief was so palpable you felt that you could cry at the sound of the familiar voice. 

“Choso? I need your help,” You murmured hoarsely.

It felt as though only five minutes had gone by when you felt a palm rest on your cheek. “Yn? Wake up.” The voice was quiet, but there was no chance that you would mistake Choso’s voice, even in your impaired state.

“Choso?” You called out, grabbing onto his arm. “It’s me,” He started, helping you up, “can you stand for me?” He asked, concern bleeding into his voice.

You took a moment to stabilize yourself with his help before nodding in agreement. “Alright, just hold onto me,” He instructed.

 With Choso’s help, you maneuvered through the mass of bodies and in no time, you were finally breathing in fresh air. 

You leaned into his side as you took a deep breath. “God, that idiot,” Choso hissed, holding you closer to his chest. “Can’t believe Yuji left you like that.” You looked up at the ravenette, brows furrowing. 

“Wasn’t his fault… he’s really popular so everyone was swarming him,” You insisted, not wanting Choso to be mad at his younger brother.

“Tch. I would’ve never left you like that,” He muttered, opening the car door for you. 

The sincerity in his tone caught you by surprise. You and Choso had always been close, but it was a different sort of closeness than the one you had with Yuji.

Fond smiles, heated gaze, and accidental touches plagued your relationship, and had for some time, but neither of you had addressed it before. 

Before you could respond to his words, Choso was lifting you into the passenger seat of his car. You felt a weird feeling in your stomach, but he was carefully closing the door before you could identify the feeling. 

“Do you remember how many drinks you had?’ Choso asked, reaching into his bag. You thought for a moment, back to when Yuji had begun pouring the shots. You shrugged with a hum. “I think like four shots?” You answered, sheepishly. 

Choso just chuckled, handing you a water bottle. “Lightweight. Drink some water, yeah? Gonna get you sobered up.”  

You accepted the bottle with a thanks and then Choso was rolling the window down before pulling away. “Thanks for coming, Cho… I know it’s late,” You whispered, putting the cap back on the water bottle. 

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll always come for you if you call,” He promised, fixing you with a meaningful stare. You couldn’t help your small smile at his words.

In the years you’d been close with Choso, he’d been a constant presence, whether it was providing you a safe space or being someone you could stay up late to talk to. 

You’d known for some time how different your feelings were for him versus Yuji, but your fear of being seen as a kid, despite only a two year age gap, kept you from acting on it the way that you wanted to. 

Even now, the alcohol affecting your state wasn’t able to give you the bravery you needed to tell him of the burning feelings you harbored for him. Still, you practically ached to touch him, and it seemed to outweigh your fear. 

Your sights landed on his hand that rested on the gearshift, and you exhaled deeply. Looking away, you let her hand rest over his. Your face felt warm, but you couldn’t deny that it felt like your hands were meant to be together. 

You could feel his eyes resting on you, but before you could coward out of the contact, his fingers moved so that your own could slot between his. 

The car ride was silent, but you couldn’t ignore the warmth in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, Choso felt a fraction of what you felt for him.

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feel free to send in requests!! all the fics on my masterlist are either completed or very nearly are so i have the time!

they were handing out glasses today so i got to watch the eclipse w my girlfriend☺️

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭

➪ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

no warnings

“You shouldn’t have gone on that mission by yourself.” 

The corner of your lip twitched, dangerously close to a frown. Satoru had been nagging you nonstop about the three-day mission you had just returned from, and your patience was getting thin. 

“I think I got that the first… I don’t know, three times you said that?” You snarked, still trying to focus on the book in your hands. 

You’d been looking forward to finishing it after your mission, but Satoru had barged into your apartment, pissy and demanding that you indulge his complaints. “You’re not getting it,” He hissed, approaching you from where he was pacing a hole in your living room carpet.

“I was available to go on that mission with you!” He insisted. That one phrase sent the rest of your patience up in flames and you slammed your book shut. 

“I am well aware since it was me who asked that you not go with me!” You hissed, unthinkingly. It took a long moment of silence from Satoru for you to realize exactly what you had just said.

“Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean-”

“You asked for me not to come?” He repeated lowly. You blinked back at him, your mind running rampant with possible responses, but none of them could be forced from your lips. Truthfully, the idea of going on a mission with him terrified you. 

How could you compete, or even keep up, with him? Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what it mattered to be a sorcerer when Satoru existed. After all, what could you compare to the strongest there is? 

Someone so powerful that the very earth shook at the beginning of his existence. What did it matter if you exorcized curses or not? Try or give up? You would never amount to even half of what he was on his worst days.

You didn’t used to be so insecure, you were strong (or you used to think so) and took care of curses that others couldn’t. It wasn’t until that fateful day that Satoru confessed and promised to always be yours that you began to have doubts. 

Insecurity hovered closely behind you as he told you of his missions or how easily he’d taken care of curses that you couldn’t even begin to imagine facing off against. Worse yet were his promises to protect you, as if you were a helpless thing (but wouldn't you be, compared to the strongest?) that only he could save.

It was your painful, little secret, your feelings of incompetence. You knew it was foolish, that he would never hold the difference in power over you, but having to see it in person? You feared that it might be too much for you.

“Why?” He stressed, impatient with your tense silence. You just shook your head. “I handled it fine! I didn’t need you to babysit me,” You shot back, tired of the stinging in your chest. Your lover scoffed, as if unable to comprehend your words. 

“‘Babysit’? You were gone for three days! I could have helped and had you home in one! I just missed you!” He cried incredulously. The meaning of his words was lost on you the moment he mentioned just how much quicker he would’ve succeeded. 

“I don’t want to go on missions with you, Satoru,” you confessed, “I don’t think I can handle it.” The frustration seemed to melt from his features at your defeated tone. 

“Handle it? Baby, handle what?” He murmured, hands reaching to hold you. When you didn’t move away, one hand made its way behind your head, and the other landed on your back holding you to him. “What use do I have… when around the strongest? Nothing I do can really matter if you can do it twice as fast and so much better,” You whispered brokenly. 

“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Satoru sighed, pulling away from you. The corner of his lips raised in a small smile and his thumbs gently brushed away your tears. 

“What does it matter to be the strongest if there’s no one else? Not even the ‘strongest’ can do everything by himself… I need you, and every other sorcerer who risks their life every day, so baby, don’t ever think that what you accomplish doesn’t matter.” 

His words were earnest, but your insecurities were strong. Even when you buried your face in Satoru’s chest, you couldn’t hide your feelings from him, six eyes or not. He knew you.

“Do stars lose their worth because they’re not as bright as the moon or the sun?” He murmured into your ear and you laughed around a sob. “When did you get so smart?” You sniffled. Satoru pressed a heavy kiss to your cheek and you could feel his grin.

“I know right? I saw it Pinterest!” He exclaimed, far too proud of himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, feeling a little better. 

“And here I thought you came up with that all on your own,” You snorted, hugging him tighter. “Let me come on a mission with you and I’ll impart all of my Pinterest knowledge onto you,” He promised, only half joking. 

You lifted your head to meet his gaze and his smirk softened into a fond smile. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing. I hate being away from you, so let me go with you, yeah?” 

The idea of it scared you still, but you had faced worse, and this time, the strongest was going to be beside you as you did so. 

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