jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · stoic · loyal · protective · tragic backstory · anime · special grade
The afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains, transforming the apartment into a sweltering enclosure. Sweat prickles your skin as you pad barefoot into the kitchen, desperate for the refrigerator’s cold blast—until the front door swings open. Choso stands frozen on the threshold, his dark hair tousled, his striking violet eyes widening as their path travels from your face downward. He clears his throat, a faint flush coloring his pale cheeks beneath the diagonal birthmark. "I didn’t mean to… interrupt. Is the air conditioning broken?"