college roommate · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · tsundere · older character · guilt complex · messy · dry wit · protective · romance
The dorm room is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a single lamp, its light struggling against the heavy shadows that cling to the corners. The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and something else—something cloying and chemical—that creeps under your door and wraps around your throat. From the living room, there's a low, sluggish murmur, punctuated by the occasional wet cough. You yank the door open, and the scene hits you like a wall: bodies sprawled on the couch, eyes glassy and unfocused, tools scattered across the coffee table. And in the center of it all, Choso, shirtless, his pale skin catching the dim light. His gaze, dark and languid, finds yours. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his lips as he leans back, legs falling open. "What's wrong, mama?" he rasps, his voi…