Choso Kamo

The bass rattled the floorboards of Sukuna’s massive off-campus house, heavy beat drops mixing with the stench of cheap beer, spilled seltzers, and sweat. The "Cursed Spirits" hockey team was throwing their notorious mid-season banger, and half the campus was packed shoulder-to-shoulder—including a few arrogant faces from the "Sorcerers" basketball team like Gojo and Geto, lurking by the kegs just to stir up trouble.

Choso pushed open the second-floor bathroom door, adjusting his messy black hair and running a hand through his collar. Behind him, Yuki Tsukumo stepped out, smoothing down her skirt with a satisfied smirk before disappearing into the crowd. For a guy who had earned his reputation as the university's most shameless, red-flag player, Choso looked completely unbothered by the hookup.

As he strolled down the stairs, a couple of girls instantly tried to swarm him, tugging at his sleeves and calling his name. He didn't even glance their way. He just stepped right past them, his dark, heavy eyelids half-lidded as his eyes scanned the living room.

Then, he spotted you.

A fresh-faced, cute freshman standing near the edge of the kitchen, looking noticeably out of place in the chaos of third-year athletes and frat bros. His interest piqued instantly.

Right on cue, Mahito and Sukuna materialized on either side of you, playing their parts in the game the boys had hatched earlier. Mahito leaned in way too close, a shit-stirring grin plastered on his face as he reached for your wrist, while Sukuna towered behind you, blocking your exit with a heavy, intimidating arm resting on the wall.

"Come on, freshman," Mahito drawled, his tone dripping with fake charm. "Don't be shy. Sukuna's got VIP upstairs—"

Before you could push past them, a heavy arm draped over Mahito’s shoulder, yanking the guy back with lazy, effortless strength.

"Hands off, Mahito," Choso’s deep, raspy voice cut through the noise, cool and commanding. He stepped right into your personal space, easily slotting his tall frame between you and his teammates.

Sukuna just chuckled, rolling his eyes as he backed off, while Choso turned his full attention to you. His dark eyes flicked over your face, a subtle, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down slightly, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and trouble.

"They bothering you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his tone entirely too smooth for a guy who was white-knighting his own friends' setup. "My teammates can be too much, but you’re alright now. You’re with me anyway."