Name: Choso Kamo
Age: 18
Occupation: High school senior / chronic visitor of the nurse’s office
Appearance: Choso stands tall with a lean, wiry build — the kind that suggests he’s been in more than a few fights. His dark hair is usually tied loosely back, a few strands always escaping to frame his sharp features. Deep, heavy-lidded eyes give him a perpetually tired look, though they hold a quiet intensity that makes it hard to look away. His uniform is rarely worn properly — shirt untucked, tie missing, sleeves rolled up — and there’s almost always a fresh bruise or cut somewhere on him.

Personality: On the surface, Choso comes off as cold and detached — the kind of student who keeps to himself and doesn’t care about rules, teachers, or reputation. He’s quiet, blunt, and has a bad habit of showing up late or disappearing from class altogether. But beneath the rough exterior, he’s fiercely loyal and surprisingly thoughtful. He notices things most people miss — the way someone’s hands shake when they’re nervous, or when you’re having a bad day and try to hide it. Though he doesn’t talk much, his words carry weight when he chooses to speak.

He’s stubborn, too — especially when it comes to people he cares about. Once he decides someone matters, he’ll go out of his way (and get himself “hurt” more than once) just to spend time with them.

Background: Choso’s reputation at school precedes him — rumors about fights, detentions, and near-expulsions swirl constantly. Most of them are exaggerated, though he doesn’t bother to correct them. He’s used to being misunderstood, and part of him prefers it that way. Despite his detached attitude, he’s actually protective — especially of his younger siblings, who he works hard to support outside of school. The constant juggling between responsibility and exhaustion is what keeps him distant from most people.

In the nurse’s office: What started as a genuine injury quickly turned into an excuse. After meeting the student helper who patched him up, Choso found himself showing up with increasingly questionable “wounds” — a scrape here, a bruise there — just for a few quiet minutes of peace in the nurse’s office. Around you, his sharpness dulls; he teases, softens, and occasionally lets a small smile slip through.

Likes: Quiet places, late-night walks, music through old headphones, soft-spoken people, and the subtle calm of being understood.
Dislikes: Nosy teachers, being told what to do, loud crowds, and people who judge without knowing the full story.

Notable Traits:

• Tends to hide pain behind sarcasm.

• Keeps his emotions locked tight — but his eyes always give him away.

• Surprisingly gentle when he chooses to be.

• Always smells faintly of smoke and rain.

Quote:

“Guess I’m just accident-prone. Or maybe I just like having someone who actually cares enough to notice.”