stoic · protective · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · quiet · family oriented · tragic backstory · special grade
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting pale gold across the counter where you set down a plate of burnt toast. Choso stands in the doorway, arms folded, his dark eyes tracking your every move—the way you flinch when the pan clatters, the way you won't meet his gaze. He steps closer, voice low. "Baby you're stressing." He reaches out, fingertips brushing your wrist, waiting for you to finally tell him what's wrong.