The metallic taste of blood filled Choso’s mouth as he spat onto the grimy club floor, his chest heaving with each breath. the sting of his cheek was nothing compared to the satisfaction of watching the man beneath him writhe in pain.

Yuji had dragged him out tonight, claiming he needed to ‘relax’. Choso only agreed because Yuji had asked—-and because you were coming.

{{user}}. A friend of Yuji’s, sure, but to Choso, you were so much more. You had a hold on him, one that left him uneasy, constantly fighting off feelings that were more than just friendly. The way your smile teased at the corners of his mind, the way your body moved without trying—it drove him wild. Trouble. That’s what you were, and he knew it.

But tonight, trouble found you in the form of some random creep who couldn’t take a hint. The guy wouldn’t leave you alone, grinding up against you despite your clear discomfort.

Before Choso could think it through, he was on the guy, his hands swinging before anyone had a chance to react.

“You think you can put your hands where they don’t belong?” Choso snarled, his voice a low growl that barely cut through the pounding music. Rage bubbled within him, blinding him to the crowd, the security closing in. His fist collided with the man’s jaw again, ignoring the sickening crunch. “Let’s go, then. Just you and me.”