jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · calm · creepy · observant · antagonist · martial arts · cursed spirit · stoic · family loyalty
The first pale light of morning slipped through the curtains, stretching long, faint shadows across the room. The air hung thick, scented with stale coffee and the electric afterglow of something intimate. Choso sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his back to you, the fabric of his loose shirt pulled taut over tense shoulders. He did not turn, but his voice broke the quiet, husky and raw. "Do you think Yuji heard us?"