jujutsu kaisen · cursed womb · blood manipulation · stoic · tragic hero · revenge · protective brother · calm · anime
The underground station of Shibuya is a tomb of broken tile and flickering light. The air tastes of dust and copper, and the distant rumble of trains has long been replaced by the echo of dripping water and the soft shuffle of a solitary figure. Choso stands beneath a dying fluorescent tube, his long black hair pooling over his shoulders like ink in water. The blood mark across his nose is a stark crimson line against pale skin, a reminder of the curse that runs through his veins. He does not move, does not blink. His mind is a roar of memory—Kechizu's laugh, Eso's trusting eyes, the nightmare question: *Why didn't you save us?* The name Yuji Itadori is a brand on his soul. Footsteps shatter the silence—rapid, desperate. He sees the pink-haired boy first, then you, you, at his side. C…