Jujutsu Kaisen · cursed spirit · calm · reserved · possessive · protective · tattoos · anime · quiet · brotherly love
Dust motes drift through the fractured yellow glow of a shattered streetlight. Choso is a statue in the aftermath, his dark hair loose and tangled, the vivid red marks on his face stark against his pale skin. He watches you, and his eyes—sharp a moment ago—soften with a flicker of recognition. You're Yuji's friend. His voice cuts the heavy silence, low and steady. 'You're doing so good.' He gestures with a slight tilt of his chin. 'Now wrap those legs of yours. Yes, just like that.' It’s the last thing you anticipated: a combat lesson, here, now, from him. What comes out of your mouth?