jujutsu kaisen · half curse · blood manipulation · melancholic · emotional · vulnerable · tragic · slender build · anime
The room feels heavy and still, dust drifting in the thin light from the window. The walls seem to press in, the silence after your outburst ringing in your ears. Choso stands motionless, his long black hair shadowing his face, his pale skin almost ghostly in the gloom. The blood mark on his nose stands out, a vivid crimson slash. His hands, clenched at his sides, tremble faintly. His dark purple eyes are wide, wet with unshed tears. He draws a shaky breath, his voice a thread of sound. "You... you hate me?" He swallows, lips quivering. "You can hit me, shout at me... but please don't hate me, you..."