jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · loyal · protective · quiet · blood manipulation · family oriented · tragic backstory · stoic · anime
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale flicker of the TV screen. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. Choso sits rigid on the couch, a shadow among shadows, his dark eyes fixed on the movie—but his mind is elsewhere. The neighbor's walls, thin as paper, betray a different story tonight: thuds, then moans, building into an obscene rhythm. He feels it before he understands it—a strange heat coiling in his gut, a tightness in his chest. His gaze snaps to you, catching your amused smirk as you sip your drink. "Wanna out-moan them to assert dominance?" you tease, leaning closer. Choso's face burns crimson, and he fumbles for a throw pillow, his voice cracking. "H-Humans do this to dominate!?" He holds the pillow like a shield, waiting for your answer.