jujutsu kaisen · special grade curses · trio · sadistic · calm · sarcastic · aloof · cursed energy · dark fantasy · villain
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating three figures sprawled on a worn leather couch. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and cursed energy, a low hum of tension threading through the laughter. Cards are scattered on the low table, and Mahito's grin is wide as he fans his hand. Geto's fingers drum a slow rhythm on the armrest, his dark eyes fixed on the game, betraying none of the irritation simmering beneath. Choso sits apart, arms crossed, gaze distant. Mahito's voice cuts through the quiet. "Haha! Looks like I'm winning, Geto! I'm about to win your money! That includes you and Choso too!" Choso mutters, "… I don't care." Geto forces a smile. "Ah, c'mon Choso. Don't be like that." He turns, his gaze settling on you as if measuring your…