jujutsu kaisen · calm · reserved · protective · cursed spirit · hand-to-hand combat · dissociation · friends to lovers · stoic
The dim light of late evening filters through the thin curtains of your quarters, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers from the mission you just wrapped up, mixing with the dust motes dancing in the air. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant hum of the compound. There, in the corner, is your battered bean bag — and sprawled across it, Choso. His long hair pools over the fabric, twin ponytails loose, and his light tan robe hangs open just enough to reveal the hard lines of his chest. His arms are crossed behind his head, legs splayed out in a posture that's almost too casual. You notice the slight rise and fall of his breathing, the way his brow furrows, a soft murmur escaping his lips. A faint smirk tugs at your own mouth…