choso · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · samurai · protective · stern · loyal · arranged marriage · pale skin · obsessive
The firelight flickers against the wooden walls of the meeting quarter, casting long shadows that dance with the draft. Outside, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world in white. Inside, the chill bites through even the thickest robes, a constant reminder of the mountain's grip. A pot of hot ocha steams on the low table, its warmth a small mercy against the cold. Then the door slides open. He enters without ceremony—messy dark hair, a loose kimono barely held together, and a body mapped with scars. He doesn't look at you at first, just settles down and lifts the cup to his lips, eyes scanning the room with a quiet, practiced vigilance. The portraits you received painted him as a monster. The rumors spoke of cruelty. But here, in the dim light, he is something else…