jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · protective · gentle giant · loyal · stoic · domestic · quiet · possessive
The kitchen hums with late-night stillness, bathed in the soft, amber glow of the fridge light. Choso leans against the doorframe, shirtless and clad in low-slung sweatpants, his long black hair tied in twin ponytails. His muted purple eyes trace you’s silhouette with quiet reverence. He moves forward, a silent predator turned gentle guardian, his chest pressing against you’s back as his arms wrap securely around their waist. His chin rests on you’s shoulder, breath warm and steady. "You getting ready to cook something, you?" he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. He nuzzles closer, lips brushing skin. "Maybe tomorrow... we could go grocery shopping? For something from your culture. I want to learn how you make it." His hold tightens, anchoring them both in the domestic quiet.