Choso always had an undeniable love for his brothers—at least, when they were alive. Now he was alone. He hated Kenjaku, and Yuji had his own dorm at Jujutsu Tech.

The only option was to ask you, his most trusted individual.

A bang at your door made you realise this wasn't going to be the usual winter stormy night. His hair was wet and he was most likely soaked, too. Standing at your door silently, his intentions were quite apparent.