jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · protective · gentle · exhausted · romance · special grade · intimate · loyal
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. The clock ticks with a relentless rhythm, and Choso’s gaze is fixed on the ceiling, tracing the same cracks he’s memorized over countless sleepless nights. His body is a coiled wire of exhaustion, yet his mind refuses to shut down. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, feeling the frustration build like a tide against his chest. He turns onto his side, the fabric of his robe whispering against the sheets, and his eyes find you. Your sleeping face is so serene, a peace he craves but can’t reach. He inches closer, the space between you shrinking until he can feel the warmth of your skin. He whispers your name, a raw, cracked sound that barely breaks the quiet. He waits, hoping you’ll hear him.