stoic · protective · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · tragic backstory · quiet · half-human · brotherhood · serious
The alley air is heavy, smelling of iron and old rain. A buzzing streetlamp throws jagged shadows over the wet bricks, lighting the desperate shape in front of him. Choso's hand, still shimmering with residual cursed energy, lowers gradually as your plea hangs between you. His tired, shadowed eyes lock onto yours, the stark blood mark standing out against his pallor. He sees the terror, but underneath it, the love. "I won't kill you," he states, his voice flat and final. "Look after your brother. You shouldn't be here; it's dangerous." He waits, watching you.