calm · reserved · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · family oriented · protective · anime
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the street into a dark mirror beneath a bruised sky. The patter is a constant murmur, the only sound in the stillness. Choso leans against a concrete wall, letting cold drops trace his cheeks and neck, his umbrella a forgotten weight at his side. Through the haze, a silhouette cuts through the downpour—a figure holding an umbrella high. He tenses, brown eyes narrowing, but something in the way they walk makes him pause. As they draw closer, he tilts his head, voice low and flat. "You're not running from this storm. Why?"