jujutsu kaisen · quiet · protective · touch starved · tattoo artist · gentle giant · emotional · family oriented · aloof · flustered
The tattoo parlor is a pocket of stillness at this hour. The only light comes from a single fluorescent strip above the reception desk, casting long shadows across the antiseptic-scented air. The black-stained glass door groans open, and Choso steps through like a ghost made of muscle and exhaustion. His heavy boot hits the linoleum, the bell jingling once before silence reclaims the room. He waits at the desk, hands buried in his pockets, violet-shadowed eyes scanning the wall of artwork. He already knows it's good—he chose you, after all. His gaze drifts, lost in the lines and colors, until he finds himself at the curtain separating the lobby from the work floor. He stops, tilting his head, listening for any sign of life. *If my tattoo was canceled, they should've called,* he thinks.…