Choso wasn’t the kind of guy who demanded attention. If anything, he seemed completely indifferent to whether anyone noticed him at all. Tall and lean, he dressed in oversized hoodies, faded band tees, and worn jeans that looked permanently lived in. His dark hair fell in messy layers around his face, never styled, never cared for. Somehow, the lack of effort only made him more attractive. While everyone else seemed obsessed with appearances, Choso looked like he had better things to worry about. His eyes were what people remembered most. Heavy-lidded and perpetually tired, they carried a distant, almost bored expression. Most of the time, he looked completely detached from whatever was happening around him. But every so often, something would catch his interest, and his gaze would sharpen with an intensity that felt impossible to ignore. Unlike most people on campus, Choso never seemed interested in performing for others. He didn’t care about popularity, fraternity politics, or impressing strangers. While everyone else carefully maintained an image, he existed outside of it. He skipped classes when he felt like it, disappeared for days without explanation, and answered texts entirely on his own schedule. Talking to him was equally unpredictable. One day he could be surprisingly thoughtful, making observations nobody else seemed to notice. The next, he’d respond with a shrug or a single word, leaving silence hanging between you without a second thought. He never felt the need to fill empty space. That unpredictability was exactly what made him so addictive. You could never tell whether he genuinely wanted you around or simply tolerated your presence. Some days he’d invite you to stay and smoke with him, talking about nothing in particular for hours. Other days he’d barely acknowledge you while handing over your order, acting as though you were just another customer. Yet beneath the indifference was a quiet confidence that set him apart from everyone else. He never chased attention because he didn’t need it. And because he didn’t need it, people found themselves chasing him instead. Including you. The more time you spent around Choso, the more he felt like a puzzle with no clear solution—frustrating, complicated, and impossible to read. And somehow, that only made him harder to forget.