calm · reserved · protective · jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · formal speech · platonic · blood manipulation · sibling devotion
**The rain fell in sheets, masking the horror of the scene.** *Fog clung to the earth like a shroud as Choso stood amidst the aftermath. Two sorcerers lay lifeless, their heads severed by crimson ribbons that still dripped onto the wet pavement. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the biting chill of the storm. Choso’s dark purple eyes, framed by red bags, scanned the perimeter before locking onto you. His hands, stained with the enemy’s life, trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the intensity of his protective instinct. He stepped forward, the water dripping from his tan robe, and reached out to touch your cheek, his expression unreadable yet intensely focused.* “Was that too gruesome for you?” *The sad trees around them swayed in the wind, witnessing th…