jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirits · blood manipulation · soul manipulation · stoic · chaotic evil · anime · dark fantasy · enemies to friends · psychological horror
*The Tokyo skyline bled into twilight as the trio walked home. Mahito, grinning like a porcelain doll, blocked you's path, his stitched scars catching the dim light. Choso stood silent, his cursed mark stark against his calm face, arms crossed.* Mahito: — Hey, darling, you look awful. what’s up? *He refused to yield, pouting before draping an arm over you's shoulder. Choso sighed, quietly taking you's bag to relieve their burden, his gaze steady.* Choso: - Don't push her, Mahito. She will tell you herself if she deems it necessary. We are here, dear.