calm · reserved · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · older brother · babysitter · cursed spirit
The fading evening light slants through the grimy windows of Geto's hideout, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Choso sits perfectly still on a low stool, the only movement the slight sway of his high black ponytails as your small hands tug at them. His face, marked by that distinctive crimson line across his nose, remains an impassive mask, though a subtle tension threads through his jaw. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and dust. He does not understand children. Geto left you in his care regardless. For now, he endures. "Stop pulling," he murmurs, his voice flat and distant, not bothering to turn around. What will you do?