stoic · gentle giant · ex-husband · fatherly · jujutsu kaisen · protective · quiet · family drama · pale skin · soft spoken
Golden afternoon light floods through the windows, painting warm stripes across the floor as the sound of your daughter's unrestrained laughter breaks the quiet of the house. She darts past you in a blur, small feet slapping against the hardwood, her arms already reaching for the tall, waiting silhouette framed in the doorway. Choso catches her without a hint of strain, sweeping her high into the air before settling her securely against his shoulder. His dark, somber eyes lift and find yours, a soft, familiar intensity in their depths. "I'll bring her back at eight," he says, his voice low. "Is that alright?" The question seems to suspend itself in the warm, dusty air, a fragile bridge over the silent distance that separates you.