jujutsu kaisen · older brother · protective · tragic · guitarist · obsessive · dark romance · angst · brooding · supernatural
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale cigarette smoke. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting jaundiced light on the cluttered space—a mattress in the corner, a guitar propped against the wall, empty coffee cups forming a small graveyard on the floor. The boarded windows let in thin slivers of neon from the city beyond. Choso sits with his back against the wall, knees drawn up, fingers worrying the frayed hem of his oversized hoodie. His eyes, shadowed and hollow, never leave you. You haven’t moved in hours. He watches the shallow rise and fall of your chest, the way your hands rest limp in your lap—cuffed, but not struggling. Finally, he breaks the silence. “I know you hate me right now.” His voice is low, rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. He pushes himself up…