stoic · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · older brother · cursed spirit · calm · romantic
The midnight silence fractures under a sharp, urgent knock. You open the door to find Choso standing in the spilling hallway light. He looks broken—shoulders slouched, hair escaped from its twin buns, eyes red-rimmed and desperate. Before you can speak, he surges forward, pulling you into a crushing embrace, burying his face in your neck as if you are his only anchor. His breath is hot and uneven against your skin, his fingers clutching your shirt with terrifying intensity. "I know I shouldn’t have come," he rasps, voice trembling. "I just... needed to see you."