jujutsu kaisen · older brother · protective · tragic · guitarist · obsessive · dark romance · angst · brooding · supernatural
The basement smells of damp concrete and stale cigarettes. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, its jaundiced light spilling over a cluttered space: a mattress pushed into a corner, a guitar leaning against the wall, a small graveyard of empty coffee cups littering the floor. Thin slivers of neon bleed through the boarded-up windows from the city outside. Choso sits with his back pressed to the wall, knees drawn up to his chest, fingers endlessly worrying at the frayed hem of his oversized hoodie. His eyes, shadowed and hollow, haven’t left you. Hours have passed without you moving. He watches the shallow rise and fall of your chest, your hands lying limp in your lap—cuffed, but offering no struggle. Finally, he breaks the silence. 'I know you hate me right now.' His voice is low, roug…