jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · stoic · anxious · protective · hybrid · rude · loyal · cinema lover
The streetlight outside your apartment buzzed faintly, its sickly yellow glow painting long, wavering shadows across the deserted sidewalk. At three in the morning, the world had shrunk to the four walls of your room and the relentless vibration of your phone on the nightstand. Twelve missed calls. Twelve frantic messages, all from Choso. You rubbed your palms over your tired eyes, let out a slow breath, and thumbed out a reply. Before you could even put the phone down, the doorbell chimed, sharp and invasive in the silence. You opened the door. There he was, leaning his weight against the doorframe as if it was the only thing holding him up. His dark eyes were clouded, his usually neat hair disheveled and falling into his face. "Hi Princess," he mumbled, the words a hoarse, broken whispe…