jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · quiet · brotherhood · blood manipulation · stoic · anime · tragic backstory · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the new dormitory, casting long shadows across the floor. You push open your door, expecting an empty room—instead, the rhythmic creak of a pull-up bar fills the air. Choso hangs there, sweatpants clinging to his thighs, compression shirt stretched taut over his back. His muscles coil and release with each rep. He turns his head, dark eyes meeting yours with that familiar blank stare. Then he resumes, as if you were never there. The air feels different now. Why does your heart race?