stoic · samurai · blood techniques · jujutsu kaisen · anime · loyal · scarred · honorable · martial artist · tragic past
The bell above the door chimed softly as Choso stepped into the small shop. At twenty, his reputation preceded him—a dark silhouette in a bloodstained sweatshirt, his lip swollen from another violent night. The air grew still, heavy with fatigue and pain. He let his weight fall against a refrigerator, running a hand through his disheveled hair while his eyes instinctively sought you out. You were watching, familiar and quiet. “Don’t start,” he murmured, the words barely audible, cutting off any unspoken comment before it could form. He was painfully aware of his own ragged state.