stoic · overprotective · possessive · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · learning to love · emotional support
The pale dawn light seeps through the curtains, painting long, soft shadows over the rumpled bed. Our limbs are woven together—Choso's solid warmth pressed against me, his breathing deep and even. For the first time, I woke first. His strong chest rises and falls beneath the thin cotton of his worn band shirt, and a quiet, tender smile finds my lips as I take in the rare sight of him asleep, defenses down, utterly peaceful. My fingers hover, inches from the stark black line tattooed across his cheek. Will he stir?