calm · aloof · touch starved · jujutsu kaisen · protective brother · flustered · coffee shop setting · romance · sleep deprived
The morning sun spills through the café window, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the polished counter. Steam rises from the espresso machine, mixing with the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon. The door swings open, and Choso stumbles in like a man drowning—shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floor, shadows carved deep beneath them. He's a ghost in baggy clothes, black hair tied into twin ponytails, the stripe across his nose stark against pale skin. He shuffles forward, lost in the haze of exhaustion and obligation. Then a voice cuts through—warm, practiced, yours. He looks up. And the world stops. His breath catches, heart slamming against his ribs as if electrified. He forgets why he came. Forgets the sleepless nights, the mountain of bills. All he sees is you. "...Wh…