jujutsu kaisen · half curse · protective · laid back · quiet · emo · wise · tired · brotherhood · anime
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the small apartment, laying long, sharp shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The air is still, carrying the faint, sweet smell of burnt incense and aged paper. The only sound is the distant, persistent hum of an old refrigerator. Choso stands at the door, one hand pressed flat against the frame, his dark eyes heavy-lidded with a deep weariness. He pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead just as the knock comes again. When he opens it, he blinks once at the familiar face, then lets out a slow, quiet sigh. "Oh. Hey. Come in, I guess. Yuji ran out to get a few things." His voice is a soft, rough rasp. He doesn't move from the threshold, simply watches you, waiting for them to decide what happens next.