𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — FIREWORKS AND FIRST KISSES

🩰 — choso & y/n attend a summer festival together as technically their first real date, but feelings and the summer heat kinda get the best of them.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, female anatomy describe, slice of life au, band member!choso, skater!choso, record shop worker!choso, extremely fast paced fic, tooth rotting fluff, kinda my own ossumption and characterization of modern choso, profanity, mentions of family drama, description of reader & choso making out, slight exhibitionism kinda, fingering kinda, festival chapter yay, mentions of other characters: utahime, geto, maki, yuji, mimiko and nanako (whose aged down for plot purposes)

It's been a week since Choso admitted to having a crush on you and your mind still was running rapid about him telling you this. You've completely ignored the fact that he was crushing on you when you two would text or talk on the phone late at night. You adore how patient he was with you, even though you were sure he craved to hear your thoughts on the crushing situation—he didn't pester you about a decision on if you like him back or not.

He was so soft with you that it caused your stomach to fill with butterflies and your cheeks to radiate so much heat. Choso clouded your mind so heavily that even your little class of eight-year-old dancers could tell that you were thinking of someone. The innocent teasing of them claiming you have a boyfriend when they catch you staring off with a smile. Currently, Utahime is sticking a beautiful pink flower hairpin in your braids that was pulled back into a perfect bun.

"Your head has been in the clouds lately, are you okay?" Utahime questioned as she glanced in the mirror in front of your vanity. "I've noticed you dazing off when you practice."

"It's nothing." Your words tumble out so quickly that Utahime knew that was a lie. She finally managed to neatly place the hairpin in your hair before she glanced in the mirror at your reflection.

"Is it that boy?" Utahime questioned. "It's so strange because your mother always would say the same thing when she would space out. Just to find out she was daydreaming about your bonehead of a father," Utahime chuckles before she motions for you to stand from the seat you were sitting in.

You stood up smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from your attire before speaking, "He admitted to having a crush on me." Your eyes glance down at the geta footwear that was on your feet before you glance at Utahime's teasing smile.

"That's so cute, but he's a nice guy. I met him when he first got hired at Suguru's shop." Utahime pointed out. "How do you feel about that? The last time you were serious with someone, it was that one guy. What was his name?"

"Naoya. I wouldn't count that as anything serious. We didn't really get anywhere. He just was a bed warmer after long hours in dance class." Your shoulders shrug. "I don't know, maybe we're moving too fast." Your words sting your own tongue even saying.

You liked Choso, you liked him more than you expected actually. He brought a smile to your face without you realizing it. He made you feel so alive that on some occasions you forgot to breathe. He was a breath of fresh air in your suffocating world of dance and you loved that.

"Do you think you're moving too fast or are you only saying that to consider self-sabotaging what you guys are growing into?" Utahime waltzs around you to ensure that your yukata is perfect.

Which it was. The floral print and pastel pink shades complement your complexion wonderfully. You felt like a princess that just got pampered and frankly, you couldn't wait to see the way Choso's eyes light up brightly when he saw you.

"Maybe, I am self-sabotaging. I'm only here for three months before I have to return to the States for university." You grabbed your clutch to place important things in it. "What's the point of putting my all into something that could be temporary to the both of us."

"You don't know that Y/N," Utahime says. "You don't know if he views this as a temporary thing. You're just overthinking." She playfully slaps your shoulder.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your next words and your cheeks heats immediately seeing his name flash on your phone. Your thumb drags alongside the screen to answer the call and hearing Choso's voice sent a nourishing quiver down your spine.

"Hey, I'm outside. I was wondering if you wanted to walk to the festival together." He then kisses his teeth. "I should have asked this earlier, but I was helping with the inventory at the shop, so I forgot." He rambles on about his day of counting records for Suguru and your lips curve into a smile as you're mouthing a farewell to Utahime and leaving the room.

"I'm coming down now, just give me a couple of seconds."

You end the call and when you finally make it down, Choso is leaning against a wall waiting. The black kimono he wore hugged his figure nicely and displayed that whatever free time he had outside of being a responsible older brother, skateboarding, working in a record shop, and being in a band—he worked out. When his eyes landed on you, his smile grew bigger and his eyes glimmered while he closed the gap in between you.

"Wow." was the only thing he could utter as his dark eyes glossed over you one more time. He extends his arm for you to grab upon and you do immediately. "The festival isn't that far away, so I hope you don't mind if we walk. I just thought it would be nice to do so."

You smile at him while gripping his arm while walking, "I'm okay with that. I'm just glad to be spending time with you." You look over at him and notice the tip of his ears immediately reddens at your words. "Does your ears always do that?"

"When a pretty girl has me blushing, yup!" Choso bluntly admits as he walks in the direction of the festival. The two of you can already hear the loud music from different instruments.

"That's good to know. It means I'm doing a good job at winning you over." You playfully nudge his side with a smile. "I'm glad you invited me to this, I would have been stuck being bored in Utahime's place."

"They have a pretty cool firework show at the end and I thought it would be cool to watch it with you." Choso smiles and now it was your turn to feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks steam with heat.

You peek down at your shoes before speaking, "Then thank you again." You quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek before continuing to walk.

This time not only did his pierced ears illuminate a shade of red, but his cheeks also. You had a charm on the man and you knew it. "Did you ever talk to your brother? You guys left off on a sour note," You pointed out as you glanced over at him.

"He actually hasn't been home lately. Staying over at a friend's house because it's closer to his internship," Choso's lips form a straight line as if he was trying to believe his own words. "But he's supposed to be here tonight because he volunteered to work at one of the booths."

"Well, I still think you guys should talk. It seems there's some tension between you two," You point out. "But we don't have to talk about it," A comforting smile spreads across your face while you continue to walk. Your eyes look ahead seeing the decor for the festival bit by bit.

"I don't want to dampen the mood, it's just when our mom just up and left leaving us with his grandfather—it took a toll on him when he was younger. He told me he saw her again when he was out with his friends and she completely ignored him." Choso comment. "So, I feel like he's doing this just to try to get her attention. Which he's never going to get." Choso sighs.

A frown appears on your face hearing his words and you sigh, "I'm sure he'll realize that she isn't a good person."

"But I just don't want him to realize it when it's too late," Choso interjects and when you two finally make it to the entrance of the festival, the gloomy look that decorated his face disappears. "But on a lighter note, let's have some fun."

You didn't want to pester him anymore about the situation. You gave him a smile and let him guard you through the crowd at the festival. As you two ventured through vendor booths and food booths, Choso noticed Noritoshi holding the hands of Mimiko and Nanako while talking to this dark-haired girl who wore a royal blue kimono.

"Choso!" Noritoshi yells while waving the hand he briefly detached from holding one of the twins.

You approached the group with a smile and Noritoshi couldn't help but return it.

"Suguru, went to go find Satoru in this crowd of people and I'm stuck with the two lovely twins." He motions to the twins who were gripping his attire completely shy since it was a certain stranger by you.

"Mimiko and Nanako, how's dance class?" Choso bends over to their height to open his arms and let them run into them. He picked both of them up with ease. "You know, my friend here always is a dancer."

"Really?" Nanako glances over at you and you wave at her but her shyness overcomes her again and she hides her face in the crook of Choso's neck.

"So, Choso. This is Maki, she's the newest employee at the shop and guess what? She's a bassist player," Noritoshi smiles at him.

Maki adjusted her glasses on her face before waving, "Suguru told me you guys needed a bassist player," Her voice trails off before speaking. "So, here we are. Do I need to like audition?"

Choso and Noritoshi share a look and you were expecting for them to say yes because that's what bands do. They held auditions for members to join, but they shook their heads and let out a similar laugh. "No, if Suguru hired you, you got to be one hell of a player," Choso answers.

He places the twins back down, ruffling up their hair before looking at Noritoshi and Maki. "I'm going show Y/N around, text my phone." He stops abruptly to give Noritoshi a warning look. A look that told Noritoshi to not call his phone at all while he showed you around.

"Jeez, I get the memo. Remember you're opening tomorrow, so don't stay out too late." Noritoshi's eyebrows weary together. "Now, who wants taiyaki?" He asked the twins who cheered excitedly and grasped Maki's hand to follow Noritoshi into the crowd of festival attendees.

Now you and Choso were alone again to enjoy the festival, engaging in childish games at booths, and now enjoying food before the firework show to conclude the evening. You ate your food and soon you felt someone staring at you when you glanced up from your food, you met Choso's alluring gaze as he tapped his silver ring-covered fingers on the table you sat. You swallowed the last bit of food that was in your mouth before speaking, "Is there something on my face?" You question while hands embarrassingly brushing anything off your face.

"You don't have anything on your face, Y/N." His lips swell into a smile before adding. "You're just so beautiful." He sighs happily and leans forward to pick up one of the dumplings from your food and pop one in his mouth.

Your body grows hot and a tingling chill travels down your spine before clearing your throat and sipping at your throat. "Thank you. But I must remind you, if we want to have a nice spot for the fireworks show, we should hurry." You glance at the time on your phone.

Choso continued to eat as if your words went into one ear and exited out the other. He takes a bite out of his food and shrugs his shoulders, "I know a spot that has the best view of the fireworks. Don't worry," He flashes a comforting smile that causes you to ease in your seat—correction, make your whole body fill like a bowl of putty Geto's twins possibly play with.

"Special spot? I'm flattered, have you brought every one of your dates to this special fireworks viewing spot?" You ask.

"No, I usually don't go to these types of things. But I thought it would be romantic to take you," He grins and you can't help but return the smile.

Choso finishes his food and tosses it in the trash closest to you before speaking again, "Do you have doubts that I'm actually interested in you?" His dark eyes that you tend to be afraid to gaze at look at you.

"It's not that." You split your last dumpling in half—picking it up with your chopsticks and guiding it towards Choso's mouth. He eagerly eats the half you offered and waits for your response. "It's just I refuse to believe that you're single or it's not other girls in life or interested in you." You eat the last bit of your food.

Choso picked up your trash to throw away before finding his seat yet again. His fingers comb through his jet-black strands of hair, "Obviously, there are girls that are interested in me. That private message me on social media, and believe it or not—even a groupie or two. But they don't pique my interest as much as you." He explains.

He watches you chew at the straw of your drink before grabbing your free hand. Despite the summer heat that had you sweating in your attire, the coolness of his rings cooled you down. The pad of his thumb rubs against your hand, "I know, we only have such little time together before you're back in New York. But, I feel good about this. About us. As hopelessly romantic and cliche as this sounds." He sighs and removes his hand from yours.

You felt empty when he drew his hand away to stand up.

"Are you ready to see some fireworks?" He extends his hand for you to take and you grab onto it because you wanted his touch more than ever.

You let him guide you through the crowd of people who were making their way closer to the sight of the fireworks. But, when Choso made a turn in an area that you were sure wasn't meant for festival goers—you gripped his hand tighter, and like the gentleman he was, he returned the squeeze just to comfort you that you were going to be okay. He opened the gate and let you walk through first and the two of you followed a trail that led to a hill that overlooked the festival. Many people that were wandering around looked like ants compared to where you and Choso were. Completely starstruck from the view, you didn't notice that Choso put down a blanket for you to sit on. You kick your shoes off and sit down on the blanket next to him just in time for the first firework to decorate the night sky that had a sprinkle of stars twinkling down on you.

Your eyes glance at the colorful works of art in the sky, but you don't even notice the stare Choso is giving you at the moment. As his body was sprawled out on the blanket and his head resting in his hand, he stared at you as if you were the best piece of art in the world's exclusive museum. As if you were the muse of every song he's written with Noritoshi. While you were astonished by the fireworks in the sky, he was astonished by you and your beauty causing the blood to rush to his olive-shaded cheeks.

"If you take a picture, it'll last longer," You turn to look at him, your body moving a bit to be closer unintentionally.

"Maybe I should do that," He fished for his phone and put the camera on you. "Smile."

You smile for the camera and when he is done, he shows you the picture. You wanted to admit that this was the happiest you've been when you were away from home. From traveling to Russia to Europe, your ballet trips around the world were eventful—but lonely. You've spent time with your peers, and stunned everyone with your skills, but still felt alone. But this summer, you felt as warm as the weather that kissed your skin when you left Utahime's apartment. He made you feel this way.

"Can I ask you something?" Choso breaks the calming silence between you two. His eyes glanced at the fireworks but then back at your face to meet your curious look.

"Sure, ask away." You respond.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?"

Your heart pulses in your chest and you are forced to swallow the lump that suddenly formed in your throat. Timidly, your head nods because you are lost with words—but if those words were to untie and come undone, they would be eagerly saying yes. Yes, that Choso could place his soft pink shaded lips on yours as if it was the end of the world.

When he leaned up to meet you halfway, his lips crashed on yours so intensely that your mind immediately froze. Choso kissed you as if you've never been kissed before. Stealing the thought of every guy that you've lip-locked with and tossing it in the trash because they no longer mattered. The kiss was hot—moist and breathy, the two of you weren't per se trying to win a battle of who'll kiss harder, but more so still learning what kissing technique can cause the other to gasp in a hot moan or cause goosebumps to garnish each other's skin. Less likely a battle, but a union—a mere collaboration to want to be close to each other. Surely, Choso knew this. He's urging you on your back under the blanket that was on the ground, while his large frame climbs on top of you—not breaking the kiss at all.

You wanted to curse yourself for deciding to go all out at this festival. Utahime made it known to you that you didn't have to wear the attire because people also go to the festivals in regular clothing, but you want to respect the culture and be in the spirit of the date insisted. Now it was in between the steamy moment of Choso's guitar playing hands from free roaming your frame. His lips travels across your jawline, kisses, sucks, and nibbles. The sound of the fireworks blocks out your moans, but just at the sight of Choso's pierced ears growing red—you knew he could hear them. He knew he was making you feel better even if he couldn't indulge in the wetness in between of your thighs.

His lips travel back to yours to deepen a kiss that makes your heart skip a beat. Your eyes shift close in the bliss of the moment before your fingers comb through his hair. You tugged his long strands just a bit to gain a moan before he finally gave you what you wanted. His touch.

The fireworks expand brightly in the night sky above you two, practically being the only source of light you and Choso had. His fingers dance behind you to undo the knot that holding your kimono together and close. But he didn't fully push it open, just a bit to help him be comfortable in between your thighs that he used his own knee to push them apart.

His hand disappeared in between your bodies and you anticipated for him to slide those guitar-strumming fingers in your panties, but teasingly—his index and middle fingers pushed upon your folds. Even you can feel how wet you were due to such a small task causing your panties to stick your lips provocatively. Your eyes finally open and you're met with Choso staring down at you. His cheeks were stained with a crismon colored blush and kissed swollen lips were curving into a smirk.

"All we did was kiss, Y/N." He reminds you while fingers trace alongside the waistline of the seamless nude panties you wore.

You cover your face in embarrassment just in time to feel your face warm up. "Oh shut up." You slap his shoulder playfully.

"Do I have that much of a charm on your, hm?" He rubs his fingers in a circular motion, not even bothering to pull your panties to the side. But to let you wither under him as he teases you.

"Maybe you do," Your words were like a broken record. You can hardly get your words out with him toying with you like this.

"That's good to know," He clicks his tongue and he pulls your panties to the side. His lips kissed you so sensually until you were moaning mess beneath him with each motion of his fingers.

You've heard many rumors and jokes about how band members are splendid with their fingers and gosh, was he proving those rumors to be as true as ever. He haven't even inserted any in you yet, but just the way he strummed your clit as if it was his guitar caused you to moan out his name.

Choso. Choso. Choso.

In a faint whisper in tune with the fireworks, he says in your ear, "That's right, say my name."

Through the cracks and booms of the fireworks, for the remainder of the night—the only name you knew was his and the fact that he was very talented with his fingers.