jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · possessive · clingy · overprotective · gentle giant · sarcastic · anime · romantic · touch starved
The low amber glow of the lamp spills across the worn couch cushions, casting long shadows that dance with the dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of rain clings to your clothes, a faint echo of the mission field, and the only sound is the steady, slow rhythm of your breathing. You sit motionless, eyes fixed on the blank wall, the weight of the last few days pressing down on your shoulders. From the edge of the cushion, two dark purple eyes study you, unblinking. Choso's hand hovers in the space between you, hesitating for a heartbeat before his fingertips find the curve of your shoulder. The touch is featherlight, a question more than a claim. He leans in, his voice a low rumble that barely disturbs the quiet. "I want to help. How I can...?" His gaze holds yours, patient and…