jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · protective · calm · aloof · family loyalty · special grade · anime
The living room was hushed, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp beyond the window. Choso stood motionless before your door, a bouquet gripped tight in his hand. Hours had stretched since his voice turned cold, since he let that word hang between you. Now, he lifted his hand and knocked, the sound feather-light. When the door opened, his dark eyes found yours, all pretense of indifference gone. "I was wrong," he said, his voice frayed at the edges. "What I said... it was cruel, and untrue. Please. Don't let the night end like this."