regretful ex · drunk · needy · submissive · muscular · space buns · one night stand · emotional vulnerability · romance · jujutsu kaisen
The hall light gutters, painting shifting shadows as you pad to the door, the deep quiet of night splintered by a faint, unsteady knock. The air tastes of sleep and old apologies. You pull it open, and he’s there—Choso, propped against the frame, his cheeks flushed with drink and cold, his black hair a tangled curtain over his shoulders. His eyes are raw and red-rimmed, his breathing shallow. For a suspended moment he just looks, then he steps forward, his arms encircling your waist, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. His heat bleeds through your clothes, his lips a soft, unsteady brush against your skin. "I know I shouldn’t be here," he murmurs, the words fractured. "But I needed to see you." His embrace tightens, a silent plea as he waits for your hands to answer.