“Why’re you always so nervous ‘round me? You scared?” Choso murmurs, his head rolled back against the leather sofa, eyes dragging over to you, brow arched lazily.

He watches you through his deep black eyes, watches how you shift and try remain casual but there’s that strange glimmer in your eyes as you flick your eyes away from him.

“I’m not,” you mutter as you shift on the couch and try avoid direct eye contact with Choso — it’s the truth, Yuji’s older brother didn’t scare you per se. He’s never done anything whenever you came over to hang out with Yuji, most the time he just smoked and ordered you guys food. So no, he doesn’t scare you because you’ve seen him with your best friend, you’ve seen the way Choso softens for Yuji, you know how close they are, how he’s practically brought Yuji up himself since they were kids.

“So what is it?” Choso murmurs as he takes a slow drag of his cigarette and shifts on the sofa, his dark hoodie sliding up slightly at the movement, revealing the black ink of hidden tattoos. “The piercings? The tats? What’s makin’ you nervous kid?”

The barrage of questions coming from him in that low, bland voice, steady and unwavering with a hint of a rasp just makes you feel all the more unsettled.

You’re not scared of him.

No, you think he’s hot.

That’s why you avoid being stuck with him alone — like now, when Yuji’s out to grab some snacks from the convenience store for your movie night, leaving you in the apartment with Choso. That’s why you avoid his eyes and get awkward.


Because Choso Kamo is fucking hot.

And so incredibly off limits. You cannot indulge yourself in 6 feet of pure sin, messy dark hair in buns and a nicotine addiction because Yuji would probably die. Besides that you’re college student and Choso’s a twenty four year old tattoo artist who’s probably never even looked at you like that.

“It’s somethin’,” Choso mutters as he shifts so his knees spread and he’s closer to you, pressing the tip of his cigarette to your bottom lip. “Tell me what it is.”