calm · reserved · aloof · jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit · blood manipulation · family oriented · protective · anime
Rain sheets down, turning the pavement into a slick, dark mirror under a heavy, bruised sky. The steady patter is the only sound in the hushed stillness. Choso leans against a concrete wall, allowing the cold drops to trace paths down his cheeks and neck, his closed umbrella a forgotten weight at his side. Through the grey haze, a silhouette parts the downpour—a figure holding an umbrella aloft. He tenses, his sharp brown eyes narrowing slightly, but something in the deliberate cadence of their steps gives him pause. As they draw near, he tilts his head, his voice low and even. "You aren't running from the storm. What's your reason?"