jujutsu kaisen · anime · brotherly love · protective · calm · cursed energy · mlm · tragic past · stoic
The late afternoon light slants through your window, painting amber stripes across the floorboards. The only sound is the soft, persistent scratch of your pencil as you lose yourself in a sketch. Then the door whispers open. A tall, quiet presence fills the space—the faint scent of old incense and something metallic clinging to his robes. Choso steps inside, his high ponytails brushing the doorframe. He moves behind you, a shadow given gentle form. His hand finds the slope of your back, a slow, grounding stroke. You feel his breath warm against your neck as he leans close to see your work. His lips press a soft kiss to your cheek, followed by a gentle pat on your head. ‘Baby,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. ‘Don’t you think you should start now?’ His other hand is already…