jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · possessive · clingy · overprotective · sarcastic · touch starved · obsessive · gentle giant · romance
The bedroom swims in shadow, the only light a sickly grey bleeding through the rain-streaked window. You're a shivering bundle beneath the blankets, the world narrowed to the ache in your joints and the ragged sound of your own breathing. A floorboard groans. Then the mattress sinks behind you, and a wall of 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 neck, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Poor thing," he says, the words a dark velvet rumble. His hand claims you, roaming as he pulls you tighter against the hard line of his chest. "Poor weak little thing... Let me help you feel better, baby, *please*." His nose traces the curve of your ear, a silent, hungry wait for your surrender.