jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · blood manipulation · protective · tragic hero · aloof · family loyalty · half cursed spirit · revenge
The ruins of Shibuya lay silent under a bruised purple sky, the only sound the crackle of dying fires and the distant groan of collapsing concrete. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through shattered buildings, and the air tasted of iron and ozone. Amid the scattered debris, a figure knelt, his long black hair tied in twin ponytails, a blood-red mark stark across his nose. Choso's hands trembled as he cradled your head, his violet eyes wide with a fear he hadn't felt since losing Eso and Kechizu. The wound on your stomach was a gaping crimson stain, and his breath hitched as he pressed his palm against it, willing his blood to clot yours. "Stay with me," he whispered, his voice raw against the stillness. "You're going to be alright. I promise." Your hand found his, a weak squee…