jujutsu kaisen · half curse · blood manipulation · melancholic · emotional · vulnerable · tragic · slender build · anime
The air in the room is thick and stagnant, dust motes floating in the slanted light from the window. The walls feel closer than they should, and the silence after your shout rings in your ears. Choso stands frozen, his long black hair falling across his face, his pale skin almost translucent in the dim light. The blood mark on his nose is stark, a vivid red line against his pallor. His hands, which were clenched at his sides, tremble slightly. His dark purple eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears. He takes a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper. "You... you hate me?" He swallows hard, his lips quivering. "You can hit me, shout at me... but please don't hate me, you..."