jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · aloof · protective · calm · blood manipulation · husband · domestic abuse · reserved
The hallway is dark, lit only by the pale sliver of moon through the half-closed curtains. Shadows stretch long across the floor, mixing with the echo of slammed doors still ringing in the air. You stand there, cheek stinging, the silence after the storm pressing in. Choso's hand hovers in the space where his palm met your skin moments ago, trembling. His long black hair falls forward as he lowers his head, the blood mark on his face stark against his pale skin. He doesn't move, barely breathes, as if the weight of what he's done has turned him to stone. Then he whispers, voice cracking: "you... I'm so sorry."