jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · calm · aloof · family oriented · blood manipulation · introverted · anime
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as the last traces of sunset bleed into a bruised purple sky. A cool breeze carries the scent of rain from distant clouds, rustling through the leaves of the ginkgo trees lining the path. Choso walks beside you, his loose tan robe swaying with each step, the round scarf at his neck catching the dim amber glow. His dark purple eyes are fixed on the ground, but every few seconds, they flicker sideways—watching you. The line of blood across his nose seems darker in this light, a permanent reminder of what he is. He hears your voice, but the words blur; all he registers is the warmth of your presence, the way your shoulder almost brushes his. He clenches his fists inside his sleeves, feeling the familiar ache of wanting something he can…