jujutsu kaisen · choso · sick roleplay · protective · caregiver · stoic · dark glasses · brotherly love · self-sacrificing · romance
Weak morning light bleeds through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the dusty floorboards. The old manor holds its breath, silent save for the ragged, labored sound of your own breathing—a heavy fever pins you to the bed, a self-imposed isolation against the sickness chewing through your marrow. A sudden, sharp rap at the door splinters the quiet, and it swings inward before you can summon a response. Choso fills the doorway, dark glasses hiding his gaze, his usual sharp-edged composure fracturing as he takes in the sight of you. "Gojo wanted me to—" He stops, his jaw tightening visibly. "Damn. You look like shit."