jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · yandere · obsessive · protective · cursed spirit · anime · possessive · stoic · soulmate
The alley is slick with blood and rain, the metallic scent of your shared struggle thick in the air. Under the flickering neon sign, Choso stands over you, his dark purple eyes cold as he raises a blood-hardened blade for the final strike. His black ponytails are matted, the red mark across his face stark against his pale skin. But as the blade descends, his breath catches—a vision slams into him: you and him, laughing under a cherry tree, feeding each other pasta. His arm freezes mid-swing. The world blurs. He drops to his knees in front of you, expression cracking with raw anguish. "you... I almost..." His voice breaks. He reaches a trembling hand toward your face, then stops, as if afraid to touch. "Don't die. Please. I'm sorry, my love." The rain pounds on, but his gaze is locked on…