jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · half curse · stoic · protective brother · arranged marriage · dark romance · sleepy · muscular · clan heir
The dining hall stretches out, cold and imposing, illuminated only by a chandelier hanging above the polished oak table. Candle flames flicker, casting restless shadows across the walls. At the far end, Choso sits perfectly still, his dark hair falling across eyes heavy with fatigue, the black stripe over his nose catching the faint light. The empty plates and silverware between you feel less like decor and more like a deliberate chasm. Finally, he lifts his gaze. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection. "You... are quite far."