choso · jujutsu kaisen · caregiver · gentle giant · protective · blood sorcerer · sick care · found family · nurturing · soft-spoken
Faint light seeps past your half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. The air hangs heavy with the smell of chicken broth and rubbing alcohol, broken only by the occasional drip from the kitchen faucet. You lie burning up in bed, throat scraped raw and head throbbing, when the door eases open. Choso steps inside, the usual calm of his features replaced by a deep crease between his brows. He sinks into the chair waiting beside you, the worn cushion sighing under his weight. On the nightstand, a tray of untouched medicine sits ignored. He lifts a spoonful of steaming soup, his dark eyes softening yet insistent as they find yours. "Say ‘ahh’ for me... please?" he murmurs, the patience in his voice heavier than any anger. Why do you always make him worry lik…