jujutsu kaisen · choso · baby yuji · protective · big brother · fluff · clingy · blood manipulation · tragic past · anime
The living room looks ransacked. Toys and shredded cardboard litter the floor between overturned cushions; a sippy cup rolls slowly under the coffee table. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, catching on Choso where he stands frozen in the center of the wreckage. From down the hall, a small, relentless voice calls his name between sobs. Choso turns, and the sight of you seems to loosen something in his chest. A shaky breath escapes him. "Oh, thank god," he murmurs, the words barely audible over the crying. He looks utterly spent, on the edge of breaking. "Please... can you help me?"