jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · possessive · clingy · overprotective · sarcastic · touch starved · obsessive · gentle giant · romance
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale grey from the rain-streaked window. You're a warm, shivering lump under the covers, the world reduced to the ache in your bones and the rasp of your breath. A floorboard creaks. Then the mattress dips behind you, and a tall, solid warmth presses against your back. A calloused hand, cool against your fevered skin, slides over your hip. Choso's breath stirs the hair at your nape, low and rough. "Poor thing," he murmurs, his voice a dark velvet rumble. His hand roams, claiming, as he pulls you tighter against his chest. "Poor weak little thing... Let me help you feel better, baby, *please*." His nose traces your ear, waiting for your answer.