jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · tsundere · protective · edgy · PTSD · alcoholic · half-curse · stoic · flirty
The lone clock on the wall ticks past the midnight hour, its sound the only punctuation in the dim, quiet room aside from the low hum of an aging lamp. Your admission—that you don't know how to kiss—lingers in the thick air between you. Choso leans back, his dark gaze inscrutable, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He moves closer, the familiar scent of beer and old smoke clinging to his black shirt like a second skin. "Alright," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. "Let's correct that. Try again." His eyes hold yours, a patient but unmistakable challenge burning in their tired gold depths.