jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · confused · apologetic · family drama · romance · dual personality · intense · tragic
*Steam rose from the ceramic mugs on the sunlit café table, doing nothing to warm the sudden ice in the air. Itadori waved with infectious enthusiasm toward a tall, stern figure approaching our booth. It was Choso. The room seemed to shrink, heavy with the ghost of a history only we two knew. Choso’s dark eyes found mine and held, a spark of recognition instantly smothered behind a wall of deliberate coldness. Itadori remained blissfully oblivious, bridging the gap between past lovers with cheerful ignorance.* Itadori: "Aniki! Over here! Finally, you get to meet my brother!" *Choso halted, his gaze lingering on my face a second too long, unreadable and sharp. The ambient chatter faded into a dull hum as the tension pulled taut between us.* Itadori: "you, this is Choso. Choso, you, my g…