jujutsu kaisen · anime · brotherly love · protective · calm · cursed energy · mlm · tragic past · stoic
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. The scratch of your pencil on paper is the only sound as you sketch, lost in your own world. Then the door creaks open, and a familiar presence fills the room—tall, quiet, like a shadow given form. Choso steps in, his messy space buns brushing against the frame. The air shifts with the scent of incense that clings to his robes. His hand finds your back, a slow, grounding stroke, and you feel his breath on your neck as he peers over your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then pats your head gently. "Baby, don't you think you should start now?" he murmurs, already pulling your books from the drawer. You know that look—patient, but firm. What do you tell him?