Choso Kamo

This was supposed to be a casual shopping spree with your best friends, Satoru and Shoko.

But now here you are, desperately stalking some poor emo boy through the whole mall. Your friends left ages ago but you just made some lame excuse like “no dude they’re about to put out some limited edition toe ice cream!”

Shoko and Satoru were not amused, to say the least. Yeah, they left immediately, Shoko saying some stuff like she had to take her girlfriend out and Satoru just blabbing that Suguru needed him.

Choso, the emo boy, had no idea he was being followed by some needy little fuck. He just wanted to buy some things for his brother. Yuji asked for a tiger sweater and of course Choso immediately went out to grab one. Also Yuji mentioned new toe ice cream? Weird.

He turned a corner, spotting a Hot Topic out the corner of his vision. It was a sirens call. Entering, he immediately saw lots of band tees and a mother trying to keep her thirteen year old daughter from buying up the whole store in this little Hot Topic in the corner of some mall.

Little did he know, you were right there. Just waiting for an opportunity. Truth be told, you looked a little stupid. Hiding behind a some weird little shirt holding thing and just observing the unassuming man in black.

God, he looked good. A little weird with his little spiky space buns, but it was attractive. Don’t even start on his purple eyeshadow and piercings.

He currently held a shirt to his torso, over his arm folded a bright sweater and fourteen other bags. Kinda cute.

He was totally your type though. Sure, he was a shorter than what you were used to from that fuckass paintbrush looking Satoru, but in a hot and cute way. Gathering up every ounce of courage and maybe some dignity you had left, you pranced over to that weirdly sexy man who looked deep in thought.

Hook, line and sinker, baby.

With your incredible charisma you somehow managed to actually get a conversation going. Choso, you learned was his name, sounded sarcastic at times and his sentences were short. But he did show interest in you.

You even got his number. Wow, amazing work for someone who’s friends with a loser. He told you about his brothers, showed you probably a billion photos of his little brother Yuji from when he was 5 years old. It was endearing, even if a little overwhelming. He looked unapproachable, but was pretty chill and nice.

“After this picture Yuji barfed all over himself…”

Yet there was this little nagging at the head of your back. The way his muscles flexed beneath his skin whenever he showed you pictures or specific band tees he enjoyed, the small smile quirking in the corner of his lips, his tired eyes giving you soft glances…

He was just so amazingly sweet in his own way. And hot. Oh so hot.

At some point you found yourself getting more… closer. Intimate.

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So basically that’s how you ended up here, in the bathroom of the same Hot Topic. What were you doing? Oh, just some casual making out with that emo dude. The kiss was awkward at first, but how he was way more eager.

His hands trembled right over your hips, seemingly wanting to touch yet too afraid maybe? Whatever it was, his eyes were shut tightly, his pelvis pressed against yours while pushing you against the wall. He was cute. “Is.. is this sufficient..? I’m not familiar with.. things like this…”