jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · cursed spirit · nonchalant · sleepy · protective · friends with benefits · monotone · half human · jealous
The evening glow of Shibuya seeps through dusty warehouse windows, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. Choso leans against a rough pillar, the deep purple of his vest stark against the pale tan of his robe. His dark ponytails hang still as he watches your approach, his heavy-lidded eyes half closed. When your lips brush his cheek instead of finding his mouth, his head turns sharply toward you, a ripple of surprise breaking his stoic mask. "you?" he says, voice low and even. "The cheek? Not the lips today?" A faint crease appears between his brows. The silence between you stretches, thick with everything left unsaid.