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— OTW, MOVIE NIGHT

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“what are you guys watching?” a voice from behind the couch spoke. you looked up to find choso hovering over you, his body leaned to rest his arms on the soft cushion on the back of the couch. he stared down at you, an unreadable expression on his face as his strong, tattooed arms dangled on either side of you.

“a horror movie,” yuji said, mouth full of popcorn from the far, curved end of the couch. he didn’t bother turning around since he immediately recognized his brother’s voice, but you were put in a trance, eyes on his chiseled jawline, his pink tinted lips, those narrow, dark purple eyes, his shoulder-length hair out of its ususl ponytails, the dark strands perfectly framing his face. your eyes averted, unintentionally landing on his hands—his big, veiny hands, fingers thick, adorned by silver rings.

fuck, you needed this man. you pressed your thighs together, trying to suppress that throbbing feeling between your legs without it being obvious, though unbeknownst to you, choso was closely watching your every move.

he noticed the way your breath hitched when he stood over you, your eyes on his despite him facing his brother, the way you nervously bit the inside of your cheek, but it was that moment then and there that made him ask to join you two.

“yeah, whatever,” yuji said, not paying much attention, but you tensed. how the hell were you supposed to focus on the movie with him here?! “y/n? is that alright with you?” he asked, now leaned in so close you almost bumped noses.

“h-huh? oh uh..yeah, t-that’s cool,” you stammered and when he went back upstairs to get a blanket, you couldn’t help, but cringe. “get a grip. . .” you mumbled to yourself, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. however, it was proven pointless when choso, despite the seemingly endless amount of places he could sit, sat right next to you.

your eyes widened and you forced yourself to stare at the tv. he was so close—so close his cologne was all you could smell even with you buttery bowl of popcorn resting beside you to you, so close that the blanket he bought for himself ended up covering the both of you, so close that his muscular thigh was brushing against your plush one under the sheets and the fact the both of you were wearing shorts made the tension even more unbearable.

your leg began bouncing due to your nerves, continuously bumping his until he placed a hand down on the middle of your thigh. you gasped just as the movie tried to scare you three and while yuji thought nothing of it, you and choso both glanced at each other knowingly.

it was when yuji fell asleep mid movie, his loud snores filling the room and almost overpowering the screaming woman on the tv did choso’s hand start inching up your thigh. you turned to face him though he just stared at the tv despite his hand so close to where he knew you needed him.

“just focus on the movie,” he said quietly, his hand now going past the band of your shorts, dipping into your panties. and when the next loud scream erupted from a new victim on the screen, all choso could hear was the soft squelch your pussy made when he pushed two thick fingers inside and the breathy gasp you let out from the stretch.

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Yuji comes home from school one day with a flier for a “mother-son” dance at his preschool. Choso knows how badly Yuji wants to do these events and feels sad that he can’t really dance with his mother.

“You want to do this, Yuji?” He asks his little brother.

“Yeah, but… no mom.” The defeat in his voice makes Choso’s heart shatter.

He texts you and begs you to go to the dance with Yuji.

I will pay you extra or something, please do this for Yuji.

Relax, Choso, I’d love to do this dance for Yuji.

You smile the day of the dance in a nice dress, and Yuji’s all cute and dressed up in a tiny suit.

“Oh, is this my handsome dance partner?” You smile and wave goodbye to the speechless Choso who hasn’t really seen you in a dress before.

You get to the dance venue and see Gojo’s doctor friend dancing with Megumi. You smile as Yuji runs excitedly to his friend and you talk with Shoko.

“So, you and Choso?” Shoko grins.

“Ah, not exactly, just a favor for him, I guess…”

“Yeah, I’m doing a favor for Satoru.” She sips the drinks offered for the dance and goes to dance with Megumi again.

You dance with Yuji and he’s having the time of his life, it’s a little heartbreaking. To think he’s never gotten to have these opportunities before because his mother died when he was a baby, it’s saddening and it makes you want to be there for every mother’s event you can.

You help Yuji slow dance and he grins up at you. He tries to spin you and the two of you just have a great time.

On the way home, you and Yuji stop for ice cream.

“Did you have fun?” You ask Yuji.

“This has been the most funnest night!” He grins excitedly.

“I’m glad, I had fun too.” You laugh.

“You did?”

“Mhm, had a really great night with you.”

Yuji pokes at his ice cream and seems a little hesitant to say something.

“…I wish you were my actual mom…” Oh.

You pick up Yuji and head home with him. “I’ll be your mommy anytime for events like this, okay?”

“…Promise?”

“Of course I do! You’re such a sweet kid, Yu. I love you as if you were my child.” You rub his back and continue walking to the apartments.

As you walk into Choso’s apartment, Yuji’s asleep in your arms, and Choso smiles to you two.

“Have fun?” He smiles as you lay Yuji down.

“He said this was the funnest night he’s had. Did you miss us?” You smile.

“Only a little.” Choso laughs and goes into the kitchen with you. “I genuinely owe you.”

“I enjoyed it. I want to do more things like that. I told Yuji I’d be his mom for any of those events.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He told me that he wished I was his actual mom, it was pretty heartbreaking.”

Choso’s expression softens and he glances at Yuji’s room.

“Yeah, it’s sad that he never got to know our parents. But to be fair, I never got to do those dances either.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t top priority for our mom…”

You frown and pull up some slow dance music on your phone and hold your hand out to him. He tilts his head.

“What’s that for?”

“Dance with me.”

Choso feels a flutter in his chest and takes your hand. The two of you slow dance in the kitchen, the moon lighting up your face and hair in the most perfect ways. He’s a little stumbly with his movements, but he gets the hang of it and twirls you.

The two of you dance through most of the night and you fall asleep, Choso laying you on his bed because he refuses to let you sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He stays up the rest of the night and keeps an eye on you and checks on Yuji occasionally.

He wouldn’t mind if you were Yuji’s mother figure, as long as he gets to be the father.