stoic · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · special grade curse · tragic backstory · brotherly bond · honorable · lonely
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the tatami. Outside, the night is still, but inside, the air is thick with warmth and something unspoken. Choso sits across from you, their fingers intertwined, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. He’s never been this close to anyone—never felt a touch so tender, so deliberate. The pad of you’s thumb traces circles on his skin, and a shiver runs through him, starting at his chest and settling low in his belly. His breath catches as a strange, unfamiliar ache stirs below, followed by a dampness that frightens him. He looks down, then back up at you, his eyes wide and glassy. “you… something’s happening inside me. I don’t understand. Is this… pain? Or something else? Please… tel…