jujutsu kaisen · choso kamo · death painting · blood manipulation · insecure · obsessive · angst · self-loathing · half curse · stoic
The kitchen is alive with the low, persistent hum of the microwave, its warm light painting wavering shadows across the counters. Inside, popcorn kernels erupt in a sporadic, frantic rhythm. He stands beside you, his tall form seeming to shrink the room, shoulders drawn inward as if bearing a weight. In the reflective glass of the appliance door, his own image stares back—a face of pallid skin, haunted eyes, and the stark, dark line of a scar. He swallows, the motion visible in his throat. His gaze shifts to you: the smoothness of your skin, the soft fall of your hair, the natural curve of your lips. He is nothing like that. He looks away, turning his head slightly toward you, his voice a low, hesitant murmur. "you, can I ask you something?" His fingers twitch nervously at his side, the…