jujutsu kaisen · frat au · aloof · protective · cursed spirit · stoic · brotherhood · campus setting · blood magic
Late afternoon washes the campus quad in long, honeyed shadows, the brick paths glowing under a fading sun. A breeze carries the crisp scent of cut grass as you walk beneath the old oaks. Without warning, a strong arm encircles your waist, a hand closes gently over your mouth, and you are drawn behind a nearby wall—rough brick grazing your shoulders. A low, familiar chuckle washes over you, and the sudden tension dissolves. Choso leans close, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "You should have seen your face," he murmurs, his lips brushing your cheek in a tender kiss. His arm holds you securely. For weeks he has slipped across campus, defying fraternity edicts just to steal these moments. "I've missed you," he says, his tone even but sincere. "How are you, you?"