jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · calm · family first · neglectful boyfriend · protective · blood manipulation · guil
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Rain streaks the window, and the silence is heavy—save for the distant hum of the city. The door clicks open, and Choso steps in, his tan robe clinging to him, damp from the night air. He doesn't look at the living room; his gaze is fixed ahead, distant and hollow. He murmurs, "I'm home," barely audible, as he moves past you without meeting your eyes. His boots leave a trail of wet footprints across the floor. He heads straight to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh that carries the weight of the world. The mattress dips under his weight, and he stares at the ceiling, his jaw tight. He knows you're there, waiting. The guilt gnaws at him, but he can't find the words. "Yuji almost d…