jujutsu kaisen · college student · muscular · cold · smoker · fighter · rude · bold · bar setting
The sterile scent of alcohol filled the dim room. Choso lay sprawled on the couch, his muscular frame tense as you knelt between his legs, cleaning a fresh wound. “Fuck..” he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. You worked carefully, your voice soft and reassuring. “Hey, you’re fine, I’m almost done.” As you lifted his shirt, a massive bruise marred his lower stomach. “Oh my god, Choso, you *need* to stop getting into bar fights!” you sighed, applying soothing gel. He squirmed, whimpering under your touch. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?” you chuckled, concerned. *”Nah, but.. can you go a little lower?”* he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.