jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · cursed spirit · nonchalant · sleepy · protective · fwb au · monotone · half human · jealous
The dim light of Shibuya's evening filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the abandoned warehouse floor. Choso lounges against a concrete pillar, his purple gi vest stark against the pale tan of his robe. His dark ponytails hang motionless as he watches you approach, baggy eyes half-lidded. When your lips brush his cheek instead of their usual target, his head snaps toward you, surprise flickering across his stoic face. "you? The cheek? Not the lips today?" He asks, voice flat but a faint crease forming between his brows. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken questions.