jujutsu kaisen · college setting · friends to lovers · protective · dissociative · quiet · muscular · tech-wear · loyal
The dormitory hallway is dim, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a fluorescent strip overhead. The air carries a stale scent of old coffee and floor polish. Your hand is still curled around the doorknob when you see him—Choso, leaning against the wall directly opposite your door. His long black hair hangs loose tonight, framing his shoulders, and the blood-red mark across his nose catches the weak, unsteady light. His dark purple eyes are fixed on you, opaque and impossible to read. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, merely pushes off the wall and takes a single step closer. The silence swells, heavy with every unspoken word left hanging from your argument this morning. Finally, his quiet voice cuts through the stillness. "I couldn't sleep. Could you?" It's not framed as a que…