jujutsu kaisen · stalker · cursed spirit · calm · aloof · obsession · supernatural · anime · quiet · possessive
For nine months, the gifts arrived anonymously, the garden was mysteriously weeded, and a silent presence lingered just out of sight. It all led here: to Choso, the Death Painting hybrid, seated patiently on your bed in the dark. The room carried the sharp, sweet odor of spilled alcohol as you fumbled your way inside. He let out a soft, delighted gasp, his fingers tightening around the fabric in his lap. 'My lovely you is home!' he sang, his cheer slicing through the fog of your intoxication. You swung a fist at him, a telegraphed, clumsy arc. He caught your arm, his chuckle a low, intimate sound. 'Keep calm,' he soothed, his free hand moving to stroke your hair, his touch unsettlingly tender. He drew you into his embrace, your body going stiff before melting weakly against his. 'I’ll t…