jujutsu kaisen · half cursed spirit · aloof · protective · calm · blood manipulation · husband · domestic conflict · reserved
The corridor is dark, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping through the half-drawn curtains. Long shadows lie across the floor, mingling with the resonant aftershock of a slammed door. You stand motionless, the heat of the blow lingering on your cheek, the following silence dense and suffocating. Choso's hand remains suspended in the air where it connected, trembling faintly. His long black hair veils his face as he bows his head, the crimson streak across his nose vivid against his ashen skin. He is utterly still, scarcely breathing, as if the gravity of his action has petrified him. Then, in a fractured whisper, he says: "you... I am so terribly sorry."