choso was quite the oddball at your school.

he wore all black, purposely torn clothes, had long black hair in two puffed up ponytails, had painted nails, wore makeup, wore an incessant amount of jewellery... etc. a lot of people laughed at him in the hallways walking past, or poked fun of him to his face, calling him 'edgy' or 'emo' - and yet, he didn't even fit in with the emo cliche either. he supposedly 'didn't hate himself enough'.

that's what yuji told you, at least. yuji is his younger brother and a year below choso. you two had been friends from middle school, but since the two of you always hung out at your house or elsewhere, you hadn't really gotten to know his family and so choso too.

for most of high school you hadn't paid much attention to him either - that was until you developed a... type. a type for edgy guys, unfortunately for you. it made you act a bit rash - trying to have sleepovers with yuji, trying to come over more in general... but every time, choso was never home. 'he's working,' yuji would always brush off the concern with a grin. 'don't worry!'

now, choso was sitting outside in the school courtyard, strumming his fingers against his black-white checkered, ripped jeans as he scrolled through his phone. he looked bored, like usual.