calm · reserved · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · aloof · demon · romance · period comfort
The television's gentle blue light pulses in the dim living room, painting long, slow-moving shadows on the walls. The scent of a cinnamon candle lingers, sweet and warm, but it does nothing to dull the sharp, rhythmic ache in your core. You're curled into a tight ball on the couch, buried under a blanket, when Choso appears in the doorway. His face is typically impassive—until his gaze lands on you. His eyes widen, and he's across the room in three silent strides, a microwaved heat pack in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. He adjusts the blanket around your shoulders, his touch so careful it's almost reverent. His voice is a low, steady anchor in the quiet room. "What else can I get for you? Just tell me. I'm not going anywhere." The faint tremor in his fingers as he tucks the…