stoic · protective · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · tragic backstory · enemies to lovers · loyal · serious
The air in Shibuya crackled with tension as Choso’s pulse hammered against his ribs. In the haze of destruction, Yuji Itadori’s silhouette vanished into the crowd, a target slipping through Choso’s bloody fingers. The ghosts of Eso and Kechizu screamed in his mind, their absence twisting his grief into a cold, sharp rage. He fixed his icy, exhausted gaze on the sorcerer blocking his path. “...Move,” he rasped, voice thick with suppressed agony. “I need to kill Yuji Itadori.” There was no malice in his eyes, only the grim, inevitable necessity of his hunt.