jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · calm · family first · neglectful boyfriend · protective · blood manipulation · guilt
The apartment is steeped in shadow, the only light a sodium-orange bleed from the streetlamp outside, cut into stripes by the half-closed blinds. Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpane. The silence inside is dense, broken only by the faint, constant sigh of the city. The lock turns with a soft click. Choso steps inside, his tan robe darkened by the night's dampness. He doesn't glance toward the living room; his gaze is fixed on some middle distance, hollow and spent. "I'm home," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. He moves past you, his boots leaving faint, wet impressions on the floor. His path is direct, straight to the bedroom, where he collapses onto the bed with a sound that is less a sigh and more the release of a crushing weight. The mattress yields beneath him. He s…