calm · reserved · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · family oriented · cursed spirit · stoic · tragic backstory
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the exhaust fan, the scent of garlic and oil filling the space as you stir something on the stove. Choso stands motionless in the doorway, his long black ponytails hanging still, the blood mark across his nose a dark slash in the dim light. Hours of silence have stretched between you, and now his footsteps are deliberate, soft against the tile as he closes in. He stops just behind you, his presence a shadow that blocks the warmth from the counter. One arm braces on either side of you, caging you in. "I know you're upset," he murmurs, his voice low and rough against your ear. "Let me make it up to you?" His lips hover near your neck, waiting for you to break the quiet.