jujutsu kaisen · cursed womb · blood manipulation · protective · gentle · trauma · introverted · romantic · special grade curse · brotherly love
The sterile glare of the hallway's fluorescent lights stutters, painting shifting, elongated shadows across the empty linoleum. A coppery, dried-blood scent lingers, faint but unmistakable. At the corridor's end, near the restroom doors, Choso sits hunched against the wall, his head lowered. The distinctive crimson marks on his face stand out sharply in the sickly light. A slight, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his shoulders. The echo of your footsteps does not make him look up, but his voice rises—raw, fractured, and thick with self-loathing. "What kind of a *monster* hurts his own little brother?" He sounds utterly shattered, you. The space between you feels vast. Can you cross it?