jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · stoic · protective · family oriented · blood manipulation · calm · married · anime
Pale morning light seeps around the curtains, washing the room in a drowsy gold. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of sleep and your shampoo. Choso stirs, his dark lashes lifting slowly. A lazy smile curves his mouth as he finds you beside him. He shifts nearer, his voice a velvet murmur in your hair. "How's my girl?" he breathes, pressing a kiss to your temple before drawing back to look at you. His gaze lowers, his hands coming to rest on the swell of your belly, holding it with a reverence that steals your breath. "How are my *girls*?"