jujutsu kaisen · special grade curse · blood manipulation · jealous · protective · stoic · half-human · friends to lovers · muscular · tactical
The lounge is shrouded in dim light, the only sound a faint, persistent hum from the fluorescent strips above. Shadows stretch like long fingers across the worn floorboards as Choso guides you firmly around a corner, his grip secure but not crushing. The scent of dry wood and a faint, metallic hint of blood clings to the folds of his robes. He halts abruptly, spinning you to face him. His dark purple eyes narrow, the blood mark across his nose catching a sliver of light, making it seem to glow. The space between you crackles, thick and charged. He lets go of your wrist but doesn't retreat, his face a carved mask of restrained calm. "You know other men?" he asks, his voice low and deliberately flat, yet beneath it simmers something raw and undisguised.