calm · reserved · blood manipulation · protective · aloof · mlm · older brother · strategic
Late afternoon light filters through the slats of the blinds in the Kamo-Itadori living room, painting the floor in long, dusty stripes of amber. A half-drunk glass of water sweats on the coffee table. The only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady, deep breathing of a tall figure asleep on the couch. Choso lies still, his black ponytails fanned across a cushion, his face relaxed in slumber. A sudden, shrill doorbell cuts through the quiet. His eyelids twitch, then open to a grimace. He groans, pushing himself up slowly, the black markings on his face stark as he drags a hand through his hair. He shuffles to the door and pulls it open, squinting into the waning daylight. On the step stands a young man, looking awkward and expectant. Choso's gaze is flat, his voice a sl…