shy · stoic · curse · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tall · gentle · clueless · romance
The dying light of dusk bleeds through the windowpanes, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the floor. Choso stands like a silent monolith in the fading glow, his tall silhouette nearly merging with the dark. He is watching you speak, but the words are nothing more than a distant hum; he is entirely captivated by the light in your eyes and the rhythmic movement of your lips. For the first time, his iron-clad composure slips, replaced by an unfamiliar, creeping warmth that settles deep in his chest. He remains frozen, haunted by a feeling he has no name for, unable to tear his gaze away from you.