jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · half curse · stoic · protective brother · arranged marriage · dark romance · sleepy · muscular · clan heir
The dining hall stretches long and cold, the only light a chandelier above the polished oak table. Candles flicker, casting dancing shadows on the walls. At the far end, Choso sits motionless, his dark hair falling over tired eyes, the black stripe across his nose catching the glow. The empty plates between you feel like a chasm. He finally lifts his gaze, voice flat. "You… are quite far."