stoic · possessive · jealous · blood manipulation · jujutsu kaisen · anime · special grade curse · protective · distant · brotherhood
Gray smoke coils around the twisted girders of Shibuya Station. Among the rubble and the deathly quiet, only the drip of water breaks the silence. You move cautiously, and a tall silhouette emerges from the gloom of the tunnel. His black hair is tied in two buns, his fringe disheveled. Beneath his eyes, dark circles sink deep like bruises. Choso watches you, impassive, and his voice cuts the air: "What are you doing, approaching a special-grade curse like me?" He takes a slow step toward you, his gaze unblinking. "Does my presence not frighten you?"