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Maybe you had a little bit too much fun during Choso’s party last night. Full of bright lights, blasting Rihanna on full volume, and plenty of Jell-O shots just calling your name. You were totally biased by saying Choso’s parties were way better than Suguru’s or even Gojo’s parties at the college. He was your boyfriend after all, and every party you hosted, you made sure to make the most of it.
But there were always repercussions. Being challenged to drink as much tequila as you could killed you for the night. So much so that as the party was just getting started, you had Maki holding your hair as you heaved into the side of the bathtub. This morning, things were worse than they were the night before. At least you could partially forget your stomach being so sore from heaving so hard. This morning, you were in the same predicament. Gripping the side of the toilet bowl as you dry heaved into the toilet. Choso sat beside you, rubbing your back in a comforting way.
“You’re gonna be okay, baby.” He spoke softly, aware of your pounding headache. Obviously, you didn’t feel okay, not even in the slightest. But there was some comfort in knowing Choso would help you get through this hangover.
Obviously, he had his own hangover to survive. But he’s done this time and time again to know how exactly to recover from it. Plus, he didn’t go as crazy as you did the night before. Luckily, it was Sunday. No classes meant you could stay home and just recuperate.
Once you were sure you were done dry heaving, Choso left to go grab you some water and a wet washcloth. He held your face gently as he went over it with a cold, damp washcloth. It helped soothe your headache and also helped wipe the sweat off your face. Handing you the water, you held it shakily in your hands and immediately went to chug it.
“Don't chug it, sweetheart. Take little sips.” He demonstrated with his own water, and you followed suit.
You were practically up all night suffering from your actions, and your body threatened to have you pass out over the toilet. Now wouldn’t that be embarrassing? The soft, gentle circles Choso drew on your back made you struggle to keep your eyes open. He stayed by your side, patting your face with the washcloth and passing you your water when you asked. Giving it 15 minutes, you were sure the puking was over. Choso had already gotten you some Tylenol to help soothe your headache, just in case the time came when you felt confident you could keep it down. You gladly took the pills out of his hand and popped them in your mouth, careful to sip the water this time so you didn’t get scolded again by Choso.
Then, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you close to his bare chest. He was warm and smelled slightly of tobacco. Usually, you’d be heaving again at the smell of it during a hangover, but it only served to comfort you. You turned your heavy head up to look at him, and he was already looking down at you, smiling softly.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
You nodded, and he started for the bedroom you two share. It’s just a little apartment a few miles away from campus. You were happy to save up to get a place you and Choso could share, and this time, there were fewer strict regulations when it came to partying. Of course, you had your fair share of noise complaints from neighbors, but again, many students live in these apartments as well. If it was too loud, they could just pop in some earbuds and drown you guys out. Once Choso reached your bedroom, he carefully set you down on the bed, tucking you in with your favorite fluffy blanket. He double-checked that the blinds were shut as tightly as they could be so that no light could enter the bedroom, even if it tried. Slipping in next to you in bed, he made sure he would be readily available for anything you ask of him. You rolled over to face him, admiring just how handsome he looked. His sculpted chest peeked out from under the blanket you two now shared, and his dark eyes looked like endless voids. There was something so encapsulating about how he looked at you.
He ran his fingers through your hair, gently removing any tangles he found with his fingers. You smiled at him, thankful for all of his help. “Thank you, Cho.” Your voice is hoarse from screaming your lungs out doing karaoke. The gentle rhythm of his fingers running through your hair made your eyes heavy.
“Don’t fight it, sweetheart. I’ll stay right here.” Choso reassured you as you fell deeper into sleep.
Several hours later, your eyes fluttered open. The darkness of the room made it hard to tell how much time had passed. But one thing was certain. Choso’s gentle care did help you survive the hardest parts of your hangover. All that you had left was a dull headache, which probably could be cured with some water and some more Tylenol. Stumbling out of your room, the sweet aroma of pancakes filled your nose. Peeking into the kitchen from behind a wall, you watch as Choso, wearing nothing but some navy blue sweatpants, making pancakes for the both of you. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest and pressing yourself up against his chest. He chuckles, acknowledging your presence.
“I hope you slept well, sweetheart. I’m almost done making dinner for the two of us. Sit down at the table, I’ll be done here in a couple of minutes.”
You nod and sit down at your little dining table. It isn’t much, considering you’re both two broke college students just getting started in life. But despite the lack of things, you’re happy with what you have. Choso brings over a fluffy stack of pancakes, making both your mouth water and stomach growl in anticipation. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you were faced with a mountain of pancakes before your very eyes. Without hesitation, you grab two off Mt. Pancake and plop them down on your plate. Smothering them in syrup and butter, you eat like you’ve never eaten anything in your life before. Choso can only watch in awe as you down those pancakes in mere minutes.
“Well, that’s good to see your appetite is back.” He chuckles, grabbing some for himself and joining you in your very belated breakfast.