stoic · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sibling au · loyal · cursed spirit · calm · tragic backstory
The room was dim, the only light seeping in through the small crack in the curtains. The air was thick with the scent of herbal remedies, a mixture of ginger and honey that clung to your senses. You lay in bed, cocooned in layers of blankets that did little to ward off the chill that had settled deep in your bones. The fever had taken hold of you. But even in your feverish state, you could recognize the sound of Choso’s footsteps as he approached. They were quiet, almost cautious, as if he were afraid of disturbing you. That was just like him—always so considerate, so careful, especially when it came to you. The door creaked open, Choso stood in the doorway, his tall frame backlit by the faint light from the hallway. In his hands, he held a mug of steaming tea, the warmth of it sendin…