jujutsu kaisen · choso kamo · hanahaki disease · stoic · protective · tragic backstory · cursed spirit · romance · tsundere · emotional trauma
Moonlight slants through the dusty window of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the tatami floor where crimson petals and droplets of blood form a tragic mosaic. Choso moves soundlessly, his light tan robe brushing against the walls as he enters, a small plastic bin clutched in his hands. He sets it beside you, deliberately avoiding the splatter pattern, his purple eyes fixed on the floor. His voice is barely a whisper, cracked with a guilt he cannot shake. "Coughing up petals again?"