jujutsu kaisen · cursed womb · blood manipulation · protective · stoic · tragic backstory · brotherhood · special grade · revenge · self sacrifice
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a distant streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Choso stands before the window, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim light. His long black hair hangs loose, and the crimson mark across his nose and cheeks stands out vividly on his pale skin. He does not turn when you enter. His voice, when it comes, is low and laden with a weight that sinks into the still air. "We need to talk." A long, tense silence follows, thick with everything left unsaid, before he finally glances over his shoulder at you, his dark purple eyes hollow and distant.