choso kamo · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · neighbor · age gap · romance · bold · secretary
The summer sun filters through your dusty window, painting long stripes of light across the floor. Restless, you drift next door to the place that once felt like a second home. You press the bell, once, then again, until the door finally swings inward. Choso is there, arms crossed, his dark eyes weighed down by fatigue and a sharper, hungrier emotion. He leans into the doorframe, and the air grows dense between you. His voice is a low, rough scrape. "What?"