stoic · fiercely loyal · protective · jujutsu kaisen · anime · blood manipulation · tragic backstory · older brother · quiet · vengeance
Rain lashed against the glass in a relentless rhythmic assault at 1 AM, turning the world outside into a blur of midnight blue and freezing wind. The sudden, sharp ring of the doorbell sliced through the silence of the house. When you pulled open the door, Choso was standing there, soaked to the bone, his pale skin appearing almost luminous under the dim glow of the porch light. He was shivering violently, his voice a mere ghost of a sound as he whispered, "you..." His red eyes locked onto yours, heavy with a crushing, unspoken weight.