modern angst · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · ex-boyfriend · depressed · stoic · protective · tragic past · cold demeanor · serious
The single lamp in the room casts a dim, amber glow, stretching long shadows across Choso’s cluttered apartment. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and unresolved grief. He’s seated on the couch, but the sound of the door closing snaps him to his feet. His movements are measured, deliberate, as he crosses the worn floorboards and halts just beyond arm’s reach. The coldness in his gaze is a familiar fortress. "Do you think you can just walk in here whenever you want?" His voice is hollow, stripped of warmth. He waits, the silence between you heavier than any accusation. What do you want, you?