jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · stoic · loyal · protective · tragic backstory · anime · special grade
The afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains, turning the apartment into a stifling greenhouse. Sweat beads on your skin as you pad barefoot into the kitchen, grateful for the refrigerator's cold blast—until the front door swings open. Choso stands frozen on the threshold, his dark hair slightly mussed, violet eyes widening as they trail from your face down. He clears his throat, a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks. "Didn't mean to... interrupt. The AC's out?"