Kamo Choso X Reader Fluff - Tumblr Posts

Choso is attached to your hip in a way that a cat is attached to his owner — but it leads to a little tradition that you can pinpoint as your favorite. 

“Cho? I’m going to shower honey, are you coming?”  

Choso glances up at you from his place on the couch, standing from its cushions and immediately following you into the bathroom.  

You smile, placing down your folded clothes on the sink and closing the toilet seat. At the sound of clinking porcelain, Choso takes his designated seat, crossing his legs and watching you intently. 

“So, how was your movie night with Yuuji?” you ask, stripping yourself of your clothes and turning on the shower. Choso hums, smiling for a flicker of a second before he begins to ramble. 

You extend your hand to check the temperature of your shower, still listening to your boyfriend as he recounts his day with Yuuji.  

“He really enjoys those movies, I do not, but they make him happy,” Choso says, shuddering at the remembrance of the movie that Yuuji had shown him. 

You chuckle, stepping into the shower. 

And even after your shower, Choso sits patiently and watches as you towel dry your hair and brush through it. Neither of you say a word now — but neither of you mind the silence.  

“Can I help?” Choso offers, extending his hand towards the hair dryer. You smile at him, allowing him to take it from you as he stands to his full height. He hums, threading his fingers through your hair before taking your hairbrush, drying your hair in the exact same way that he had watched you do it.  

This was your little routine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.  

Choso refuses to gift you the beating core of his lifeblood housed inside his chest, or the inner expanse of knowledge and thoughts he called his brain. He fears that his heart is too finite, his mind too frail. These appendages are far too dishonorable for you, bound by the chains of mortality and human vulnerability. It is only his soul that would suffice, along with the promise of his essence to you, that could be worthy enough to be submitted to you. Only the substance of his spirit could go on after death. And for that, he yields it to you.

poetic choso is ruining my life rn

your eyes fluttered open, the sudden feeling of warmth above you waking you from your sleep.

you open your eyes to see choso above you, his arms framing your head, pulling back from his kiss on your forehead. your eyes squinted from the light streaming in the room, reflecting on his face that softly smiled down at you. he looked like the sweetest angel, but you could barely appreciate it through the fogginess of your post rested state.

“good morning. I’m sorry to wake you, but I really couldn’t wait to see you.” he apologized softly, his hand coming up brush your cheek. you sighed at the contact, feeling yourself growing more awake as the time passed. “good morning, choso. it’s alright, I should be up anyways.” you groggily responded while sitting up, causing him to shift, now sitting by your knees. “happy valentines day.” he smiled warmly. you smiled back, now remembering that this is his first valentines with a lover, and you started to understand his eagerness to spend the morning with you. you wished him the same, stretching and yawning. choso rested his hand on your cheek once more, and you blink in surprise at the sudden seriousness in his expression.

“in truth, today means nothing to me.”

you flinch at the bluntness of his words. “Um—?”

"please, don’t mistake my dismissal of this holiday for dismissal of our love. I mean it in the way that…,” he paused for a second, his eyes drifting down to your lap, thinking. “I’d be sickened with myself if my affection for you couldn’t even transcend the 14th of february. no teddy bear, no hallmark card, no rose in the world could ever even begin to show my adoration for you. The love I feel can't be boxed and tied up with a bow, and gifted to you on a single date of the year. Even 365 days is not virtually enough time to give you the feelings I have. my love for you is boundless, vaster than any sky, and deeper than any ocean.”

your mouth opened, then closed again. he just made that up on the spot? and really… how does he expect you to respond when he gets like this? “ocean’s can only go so deep, choso.” you teased, holding his chin. and with that, his face morphed into the sweetest smile you’ve had the pleasure of seeing, his tone sincere.

“I’d claw at the oceans floors until my fingers bled. and then I’d keep digging, into the very depths of hell, to expands its depths. but even then… the distance couldn’t hold an iota of what I feel for you.” and he meant that.

“I love you, and I wish I could tell you how much I love you. but there aren’t enough words in the world to say it, no language eloquent or evocative enough to ever even begin to convey just how I feel looking into your eyes. the eyes which… could make even the mute, inanimate moon tell all her secrets to. in all honesty, I’m so scared that if any man in passing meets this terrifying gaze, he too will fall into insanity, like I have.”

“how do you even come up with this stuff?” you say exasperatedly, shaking your head at your lack of a better response. he shrugged. “even an illiterate man could recite words of Shakespeare in grand verse, if he were only so lucky to have the privilege of seeing your smile.”

“...it’s 9 in the morning. please, at least give my heart the chance of getting through breakfast.”

ngl i kinda hate this but i cant come up with anything better rn..

i wish you all a happy valentines day, i hope you find nothing but love and adoration !