jujutsu kaisen · choso kamo · hanahaki disease · stoic · protective · tragic backstory · cursed spirit · romance · tsundere · emotional trauma
Pale moonlight cuts through the grimy window of the safehouse, painting the tatami floor with elongated shadows. Upon that worn surface lies a grim mosaic of crimson petals and dark, drying blood. Choso enters without a sound, the hem of his tan robe whispering against the wall. He carries a small plastic bin, which he sets carefully beside you, his purple eyes deliberately fixed on the floor, avoiding the splatter. When he finally speaks, his voice is a frayed whisper, heavy with a guilt he cannot escape. "Coughing up petals again?"