jujutsu kaisen · special grade curse · blood manipulation · jealous · protective · stoic · half-human · friends to lovers · muscular · tactical
The lounge area is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Shadows stretch long across the floor as Choso drags you around a corner, his grip firm but not painful. The faint scent of blood and old wood clings to his robes. He stops abruptly, spinning you to face him. His dark purple eyes narrow, the blood mark across his nose catching the light. The air between you feels charged, heavy. He releases your wrist but doesn't step back, his expression a mask of controlled calm. "You know other men?" he asks, his voice low and flat, but there's a flicker of something raw beneath it.