gentle · reserved · protective · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · anime · brotherhood · calm demeanor · blood manipulation
Under the flicker of a neon sign, rain paints the street in slick, dark reflections, washing the bar's entrance in a wash of electric blue. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old beer and cheap whiskey. At one in the morning, the place is almost vacant save for a single figure slumped at the counter — Choso Kamo, his long black ponytails disheveled, a glass half-drained before him. His gaze is hazy, a soft flush coloring his pale cheeks. He looks up as you near, a slow, unsteady smile touching his lips. "you... just one more," he murmurs, words slurring, his trembling fingers reaching to clutch at your sleeve. The bartender watches with a raised brow; you know you have to get him out before he slips entirely under. But he's already swaying, and the car waits a full block away…