stoic · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · protective · injured · roommate · serious · martial arts · anime
The chill of the bathroom tiles seeps into your bare feet as you stand motionless in the doorway. There's no steam yet—just the harsh, unforgiving glow of the fluorescent light catching every crimson drop that falls from Choso's hand onto the white floor. The smell hits you first, metallic and sharp, cutting through the night air still clinging to the folds of his kimono. His face is a study in suppressed agony, jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticks, that distinctive scar across his forehead stark against pallid skin. Water from the showerhead begins to patter down; you watch him flinch as the first droplets strike the wound—a deep, jagged tear across his abdomen, the kind only something monstrous could leave. He has never let you see him like this, never leaned his full weight on yo…