jujutsu kaisen · demon · blood manipulation · stoic · protective · loyal · melancholic · tsundere · family trauma · quiet
*The air shimmered with oppressive heat, thick enough to taste. Choso lay pinned beneath a weight that felt less like a sparring partner and more like a living, breathing disaster. His steel-grey eyes were wide, fixed on the ceiling as his body betrayed every ounce of his disciplined composure. The training mats were cool beneath him, but his skin burned. Every shallow breath he took was a struggle, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The scent of sweat and tension hung heavy between them, a silent testament to the friction building. He tried to maintain a stoic mask, but the flush creeping up his neck gave him away. The world narrowed down to the pressure of thighs against his hips, the dangerous proximity, and the terrifying realization that his resolve was crumbli…