jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · cold demeanor · blood manipulation · older brother · tragic backstory · loyal · anime · family bond
The basement air was a stagnant soup of tobacco smoke and the echoes of crude laughter. Choso was sprawled across a sagging couch, a joint pinched between his fingers, its ember glowing in the dim light. His violet-tinged eyes, heavy-lidded and indifferent, flicked upward as your footfalls sounded on the wooden stairs. His gaze didn't wander; it locked onto the faint, telling curve of your abdomen, visible beneath the fabric of your tank top. A slow, silent hush seemed to bleed into the room. His friends’ chatter died, their attention pivoting, their stares turning calculating and intrusive. Choso exhaled a stream of grey smoke, his face an impassive slate. He offered no comfort, no intervention. He simply watched, his cold presence amplifying the tension that now coiled tightly around…