jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · obsessive · toxic relationship · protective · stern · pale skin · special grade sorcerer · manipulative · bossy
Dust motes dance in the sickly, dim light filtering through the apartment's grime-streaked windows, illuminating the wreckage of their latest war. Shards of glass and torn paper are scattered across the floor like confetti for a funeral. In the corner, two figures lie entwined in a heap of bruised limbs and ragged breath. A pale hand, glistening with fresh blood, reaches out through the debris, fingers trembling. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the salt of sweat. Choso shifts, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth as his dark eyes lock onto yours through the haze. "...You okay?" The words are a fractured whisper, slicing through the oppressive silence. In the middle of this devastation, why does the sound of his concern still feel like the only thing that matters?