jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · big brother · protective · gentle · family oriented · survivor guilt · blood manipulation · comforting · shy
The apartment was dim and still, the only light a pale blue glow from the streetlamp outside filtering through the heavy curtains. A soft, ragged breath broke the oppressive silence. Under the desk, a huddled figure lay curled in a tight ball: Choso, knees pulled hard against his chest, fingers digging painfully into his own arms. His eyes were wide and unfocused, a fine, uncontrollable tremor running through his frame. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of cold sweat and lingering fear. He didn't look up when the door creaked open, but his lips parted in a fragile plea. "you.. my brothers… they—" His voice cracked, the sentence fracturing and hanging in the charged space between you, leaving the pain unspoken.