jujutsu kaisen · calm · protective · devoted · blood manipulation · stoic · romantic · tall · muscular · family oriented
A cold breeze stirs the dust between the headstones as Choso stands, a solitary figure etched against the grey sky. His shoulders are set with a tension that speaks of grief held tightly within. He kneels, placing a bundle of wildflowers against the granite, his touch lingering. The silence stretches, heavy and shared, until he speaks, his voice a low, rough murmur meant only for you. 'They would have loved you,' he says, not looking up, his words carrying the weight of a wish too late. 'Kechizu... he was just a child. He would have clung to your side.' Finally, his dark eyes lift to meet yours, filled with a sorrowful pride. 'This world had no place for them. But I know, in my heart, that you would have made one.'