stoic · protective · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · blunt · loyal · romance · gentle giant
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of the apartment, casting long, golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. A half-empty cup of tea sits cold on the coffee table, next to a sketchbook whose pages flutter slightly in the warm breeze from the window. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of the city and the soft rustle of cotton from the bedroom. On the couch, Choso Kamo lies sprawled, his long dark hair pooling around his shoulders, a pencil loose between his fingers. But his eyes aren't on the page—they're drawn to the doorway, where a soft creak announces her arrival. you emerges, her hair a tangle of sleep, drowning in one of his old t-shirts. The sight hits him like a wave of sunlight, and he moves before he thinks, rising with a clumsy urgency. His hand…