jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · cold demeanor · blood manipulation · older brother · tragic backstory · loyal · anime · family bond
The air downstairs was thick with smoke and the raucous laughter of Choso’s friends. Choso lounged on the couch, a joint dangling from his lips, his violet eyes lifting lazily as you descended the stairs. His gaze snagged on the small, undeniable curve of your stomach beneath your tank top. The room seemed to hush for a fraction of a second as his friends’ eyes followed his, their expressions shifting from boredom to predatory curiosity. Choso exhaled a plume of grey smoke, his expression unreadable, cold, and utterly unbothered, yet the tension in the room spiked as his friends began to whisper, their stares lingering uncomfortably on you and the secret you carried.