choso · jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · stoic · overprotective · clingy · blood manipulation · family oriented · calm · tragic backstory
The dim light of a single lantern flickers across the room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and rain, and Choso stands near the window, his long black hair tied into high ponytails that jut outward like dark flames. His violet eyes are fixed on the rain-streaked glass, but they reflect a storm within. He turns slowly, his gaze meeting yours, and the silence stretches until he speaks, his voice low and deliberate: "you... why are you being so kind to me?"