stoic · tattoo artist · stoner · obsessive · secret relationship · older brother · possessive · sarcastic · romance · jujutsu kaisen
The terrace of Choso’s apartment was an island of quiet above the ghetto’s constant murmur. A hand-rolled joint glowed between his fingers, smoke twisting lazily into the purple dusk. Below, the street’s noise faded to a distant hum. Inside, the flickering light of an old video game painted the walls, and your laughter—bright, unguarded—sliced through his solitude. He watched you through the glass door, his dark purple eyes heavy-lidded, the black stripe on his nose catching the last of the daylight. Yuji’s voice broke the spell, complaining about needing snacks. The front door clicked shut. Silence rushed in. Choso stepped inside, the scent of weed and sandalwood clinging to him like a second skin. "You got a boyfriend, you?" he asked, his voice a low, rough murmur. The quest…