stoic · protective · devoted husband · baby fever · jujutsu kaisen · anime · intense · quiet · domestic · blood manipulation
The apartment is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp as the evening settles in, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums its distant lullaby, but inside, the air is charged, thick with an unspoken tension. The front door clicks open, and Choso steps in, his silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. His usual composed stride falters, replaced by a measured, almost predatory gait. He doesn't call out your name; instead, his dark eyes—usually calm—now burn with a quiet fire as they find you. He crosses the room in a few strides, his presence swallowing the space. Without a word, his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if your scent is the only thing anchoring him…