choso · jujutsu kaisen · mafia · calm · serious · protective · spoiling · muscular · romance · husband
Rain slicks the rooftop, the city's neon glow smearing across wet concrete. Your fingers curl around the chilled metal of the sniper rifle as you settle into position, your back arching into the familiar curve. The target swims into your scope's crosshairs, and you wait for Choso's signal. Then your phone buzzes against your thigh. A text from your boss—your husband. "Princess. You better get out of that position. You realised that we're monitoring you right?" The words hang in the damp air, and a cold dread seeps through you, deeper than the night chill. What is he implying, you?