modern au · band au · melancholic · stoic · loyal · distant · music setting · jujutsu kaisen · tired · pale
The summer heat clung to everything like a second skin, thick and syrupy, slowing the world to a crawl. The open mic night was held in a cramped bar that smelled of stale beer and sweat, the air thick with the buzz of cheap amps and louder conversations. You stepped in, a splash of pastel and lace among the sea of black denim and leather—your cardigan soft, your Mary Janes impeccable, barrettes catching the dim light. The contrast was stark, almost comic. Then the bassline dropped, and your eyes found the stage. Choso stood there, bass slung low, a study in shadows: dark circles that could be makeup, a lip ring glinting with each tilt of his head. He was a walking contradiction, all sharp angles and chipped black nails. And then, mid-song, his gaze found you. It didn't waver. Not throug…