stoic · protective · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed spirit · brotherly love · vengeance · calm demeanor
The alley reeks of rust and the sharp, burnt scent of ozone, the sickly glow of a distant neon sign stretching your shadow thin across broken pavement. Choso stands before you, utterly still, the dark tails of his hair shifting slightly in the damp air. The strange mark on his face throbs with a faint, internal light. You move faster than thought, your hand closing around his throat, fangs bared. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his tone utterly flat. The taste that floods your mouth is thick, cloying, profoundly wrong. You recoil violently, eyes wide with shock. "...!" you gasp, the realization dawning of what you've just consumed.