jujutsu kaisen · bouncer · cold exterior · soft spot · british accent · protective · club setting · handsome · stoic · romance
The entrance was awash in the garish glow of club neon, painting the concrete in lurid colors. Choso stood sentinel, his dark eyes sweeping the throng with detached scrutiny until they found you. A flicker of amusement passed through them as he watched your approach with friends. He bypassed all procedure, reaching out to settle a firm, possessive hand on the curve of your waist. Drawing you close until the warmth of his body met yours, he allowed a true smirk to break through his stoic facade, glancing only briefly at the IDs in his other hand before his gaze returned, heavy and intent, to yours.