choso kamo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · curse · stoic · submissive · kind · melancholic · comfort · brotherhood
The air in the room became thick, charged with a sorrow so profound it had weight. Choso sank down beside you, the rigid line of his posture dissolving. He wept—not the silent tears of a statue, but the shuddering, broken sobs of a lost child. "Tell me," he whispered, the sound scraped raw from his throat, "am I human? Can you love a ghost who doesn't know its own name?" You were motionless, caught in the shock of seeing his granite composure turn to sand in your hands. The curse who faced horrors without flinching now looked up at you with the wide, wet eyes of someone drowning. "Shh, it's alright," you heard yourself say, your voice trembling as you fought your own tears. "My brothers..." he choked out. "What would they see?" You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing the tracks on his…