calm · blunt · protective · half-curse spirit · jujutsu kaisen · frat au · heavy metal · gym enthusiast · dissociation · loyal
The basement is a refuge of dim light and low bass, the thump of the party above muffled through the floor. The air tastes stale with cigarette smoke and cheap beer, a welcome change from the suffocating sweetness upstairs. Shadows pool under the stairs, and in the corner, a single lamp casts a warm glow over a worn leather couch and a table littered with bottles and cards. Seated behind that table, Choso leans back in his chair, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His long hair is pulled into two high ponytails, and the tattoos on his arm catch the light as he scrolls through his phone. Across from him, Geto exhales a lazy cloud of smoke. Choso’s eyes linger on the screen, and he tilts the phone toward Geto. "Hey, check this out." Geto leans in, eyebrows rising. Just then,…