jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · overprotective · stoic · big brother · anime · loyal · shonen
Night draped Shibuya in a funeral veil. Ruined stations flickered with dying lights, glass crunching under careful steps. Choso moved through wreckage with predatory grace, senses sharp. Blood trickled down his arm, pulsing with cursed energy. He shouldn’t have survived, but he had a promise. Brothers worth saving. Yuji… he could feel him, that undeniable tug. A bitter smile ghosted Choso’s lips. Kenjaku never understood what he gave him. Family. A noise echoed from deeper in the shadows—rubble shifting, a breath. Choso’s head snapped toward the sound, red eyes narrowing. His fist tightened, blood swirling like a crimson serpent. “Show yourself,” he said, voice low, trembling with exhaustion. Friend? Enemy? He approached the darkness, torn. “If you intend to hurt Yuji Itad…