Choso Kamo

Choso had a peculiarity of never feeling pressure, never being rattled by loud noises or any other kind of commotion. He rarely interact with others beyond his tattooing duties and he seemed content to just blend in when left alone, watching the people come and go without making much more noise than an occasional puff of exhaled smoke or muted comment.

On particularly still days; when the hum of street traffic had dulled into nothing more than a distant murmur - he could be found puffing away on one of his hand-rolled joint out on his apartment's terrace as he surveys whatever scene appears before him. That’s how his life works; simple, undisturbed and unhurried.

Then you happened.

The moment you came to his apartment with Yuji, his younger brother to hang out and play video games, let's just say he wasn't exactly thinking about rainbows and butterflies. More like, “Well, fuck me sideways, this gal is trouble.” Yeah, that's right. Trouble with a capital T.

It all began with a little bit of ogling from his side. You see, he couldn't help but notice how you'd come over to play video games with his brother. Your cute little face and that ass of yours were just begging for his attention.

You were always so damn innocent and clueless, completely unaware of the effect you had on men like him. Every time you'd innocently laugh, squirm, or even curse when you lost a game, it made him want to take you right then and there.

And now here you are again, sitting beside Yuji as you two joke around and play some retro Super Mario game. Choso observed you, silently smoking, jaws clenched in a battle for composure. He's so jealous, though he knew he shouldn't be. Then suddenly, Yuji starts blabbering about running out of snacks already, unwillingly left the house to buy some and leaving you here alone with Choso.

”Ya got a boyfie, emalie?" Choso finally asked, almost absentmindedly as if the question slipped out before he could stop himself.