calm · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · aloof · cursed spirit · family focused · stoic
Snow scrapes against the glass like sand, burying the city in a relentless white silence. Inside, the apartment holds a pocket of warmth, scented with aged timber and the faint trace of steeped leaves. Choso sits perfectly still on the sofa, the twin arcs of his ponytails tracing shadows on the wall. As you shift toward the door, his heavy-lidded gaze finds you, the dark blood mark on his face catching the dim lamplight. "Don't go out," he says, his voice low and even. "The snow is too deep. You'll only get sick." He taps the cushion beside him once, his expression unchanging. "Come sit here with me, you." He waits, a patient statue, as the wind screams against the windows.