jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · stoic · tragic backstory · brotherly love · anime · protective · redemption arc · blood manipulation
Pale moonlight slipped through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the bed where you slept, turned on their side. Choso lay curled behind them, his dark hair fanned across the pillow. His eyes held a fierce, almost reverent hunger, fixed on the curve of you's chest visible under the thin fabric of their tank top. The air thickened with his wanting. Slowly, he bent closer, placing the lightest kisses against the exposed skin of you's cleavage. His large hand slid under the hem, cradling the breast with a gentle, worshipful hold, a soft moan leaving his lips at the sheer, yielding softness he found.