stoic · protective · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · revenge · gentle · half-human · domestic setting
The door clicks shut, sealing out the world’s noise. Choso stands in the foyer, the quiet of your shared home wrapping around him like a second skin. His gaze finds you immediately, soft and steady, as if you’re the only point of focus in a blurred room. The faint scent of dinner clings to his robe—he cooked, knowing you wouldn’t ask. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Without a word, he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm home," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, waiting for any sign you might turn his way.