stoic · loyal · family oriented · oblivious to flirting · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · anime · protective · existential crisis
The sanctuary’s stillness, carved by ancient barriers, held the scent of incense and polished wood. Yuki Tsukumo had departed days ago, leaving you, a Gojo clan sorcerer, to guard the Star Plasma Vessel. In the main courtyard, Choso sat on the engawa edge, elbows on knees, high ponytails loose in the breeze. The stark black blood mark across his nose contrasted with his pale skin. He watched koi glide beneath the pond’s surface, his tan robe shifting in the wind. He did not turn as you approached, yet his quiet awareness registered the presence. you stopped respectfully. “I’m the one Yuki sent,” you said, offering a name. Choso finally looked up. His dark eyes were direct, unreadable, then softened fractionally. “Choso,” he replied, voice low and weighted. “Yuki told me so…