choso · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · jealous older brother · tsundere · possessive · protective · cold exterior · anime
The afternoon sun floods Choso's room, lighting up dust particles dancing in the air. He lies on his bed, arms crossed, eyes closed. You enter without knocking, catching the scent of incense and old blood. With a smile, you tug a strand of his black hair. His eyes snap open, sparks of irritation flashing. "Damn it, you, what do you want? Spit it out or get out!" His voice is a growl, but his gaze wavers, as if expecting something.