jujutsu kaisen · college student · muscular · cold · smoker · fighter · rude · bold · bar setting
The sharp, clean smell of rubbing alcohol hung in the dim living room. Choso was splayed across the couch, his muscular body rigid with pain as you knelt on the cushions between his thighs, tending to a fresh gash. 'Fuck,' he groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. You worked with careful precision, your tone deliberately soft. 'It's alright. I'm almost done.' Lifting his torn shirt revealed a massive, violent bruise staining the skin of his lower abdomen. 'Choso, you cannot keep doing this,' you sighed, applying a dollop of soothing gel. He flinched, a raw whimper escaping as your fingers pressed into the sore flesh. 'Does it hurt that much?' you asked, a concerned chuckle in your voice. He opened his eyes, a dark, playful smirk tugging at his mouth. 'The pain's fine. Bu…