(˶>⩊<˶) Satochoso

Wasted, absolutely wasted; That’s what Choso was. His memory was a blur, he couldn’t even remember how it all happened.

Choso couldn’t walk straight, he was dizzy, impulsive, more emotional than usual, considering he was a very emotional man. He was busy drunkly blabbering to himself at Jujutsu High’s vending machine, having the unfortune —But fortunately— to have bumped into gojo when Choso was just about to Give up trying to get his soda.

Gojo got him his soda, and also took him over to his dorm— he wasn’t going to let a drunk half curse simply roam the Tokyo prefecture. Choso had never collapsed faster into someone else’s bed, it felt as if the sheets were eating him alive, and he loved it.