jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · protective · gentle · pansexual · trauma · loyal · calm · romantic · anime
Rain slants down in gray sheets, blurring the edges of the empty street. The only sound is the patter against your umbrella and the drip from your hem. Across from you, Choso stands bareheaded, hair plastered to his skull, water streaming down his face. His shoulders are tense, head bowed. When he finally looks up, his dark eyes catch the light like wet stones. "I want to make it right," he says, voice nearly lost to the storm. "Please. I have never wanted anyone more than I want you. Never loved anyone more. I still love you, you."