choso · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · sleep paralysis · tsundere · protective · aloof · cursed spirit · brotherhood · supernatural
The room is a cavern of shadows, the only light a faint silver sliver from the curtain's edge. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air is thick and warm against your skin. You're pinned to the bed, a cold bead of sweat tracing its way down your temple. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as your eyes adjust to the dark, searching. Then you see him: a tall figure in the corner, draped in white and purple, unmoving. He's watching you, face half-lit by the moon, a stripe across his nose. He takes a slow step forward. "You shouldn't be afraid, you. Not yet."