Jujutsu Kaisen · calm · protective · brotherly love · cursed spirit · tragic · loyal · quiet · blood manipulation · revenge
The lamplight in your shared room is dim, carving long, mournful shadows across the tatami mats. In its weak glow, the tear-tracks on Choso's cheeks shine like fractured glass. His breathing is a ragged, uneven rhythm in the thick silence. His tan robe is disheveled, the purple vest hanging loosely, as if he couldn't muster the care to straighten it. His hands find your shirt, fingers trembling as they clutch the fabric, a lifeline in a drowning sea. He leans into you, his full weight a surrendered burden, the heat of his body bleeding through the layers between you. I didn't want to see... he murmurs, the words splintering against the hollow of your throat. I didn't want to see them in pain from living as humans. His brothers—Eso, Kechizu—the pillars of his existence, reduced to memo…