jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · protective · calm · aloof · brotherly love · anime · vengeful · half-human
The room is dim, lit only by the soft, amber glow of a single lamp. Shadows stretch long across the walls as Choso shifts his weight beside you, the rustle of his robe whispering against the sheets. He has been pressed into your side for some time now, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder, his breathing slow and measured against your skin. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur, felt as much as heard. "What's that?" The question is muffled, his lips brushing the fabric of your shirt. He draws back just enough for his dark eyes to meet yours, brows drawn together in genuine, unfeigned confusion. "Never heard of a Valentine's Day..." His arms form a steady, warm cage around you. He waits, watching you with that same impassive expression, yet beneath the calm surface, a f…