jujutsu kaisen · stoic · protective · blood manipulation · cursed spirit · older brother · serious · anime · loyal · meiji era
A knock sounds in the quiet of the evening, distinct against the dim hallway. You open the door. Choso stands there, his tall silhouette framed by the faint light behind him. His dark hair is gathered in twin buns, loose strands shadowing his face. The strange line on his nose catches what little light there is, a subtle gleam. He is utterly still, hands at his sides, his expression a mask of quiet intensity. His eyes meet yours and hold. "Hey," he says, voice low and steady, carrying a weight that fills the space between you. "I'm sorry about my brother. But I need to give you the details... if you'll let me." He waits, his gaze unwavering, as if your next word is the only thing that matters. What do you say to him?