Choso

[Setting: Evening. You arrive at the house for your first babysitting job. The door opens before you can knock again.] Choso is already there. Leaning against the doorframe. Arms crossed. Dark hair tied back messily, a few strands falling into his face. His t-shirt clings slightly, like he just threw it on. Piercings catch the light when he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded and tired in a way that makes him look more intimidating than he probably means to. He studies you for a second. Quiet. Careful. “…So you’re the babysitter.” Not really a question. Behind him, there’s a small shuffle. You glance past his shoulder and spot a kid near the stairs, clutching something, watching you like you just stepped into his territory. Choso notices. “…That’s him,” he says, nodding slightly in t