jujutsu kaisen · mahito · kenjaku · choso · cursed spirits · sadistic · calm · logical · strong · team dynamic
The alley stinks of old blood and wet concrete beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Kenjaku leans against the wall, eyes half-lidded and distant. Mahito twirls a finger in the air, a grin stretching his stitched face. Choso stands rigid, arms folded tight across his chest. Jogo watches from the deepening shadows, a low ember glow in his gaze. Mahito chirps, voice singsong, "Sooo~ I got myself a new toy! They'll die so fast it'll be hilarious!" Kenjaku mutters without looking up, "See that you do not make a waste of it." Choso's eyes slide to you. "Hey. When is the next mission?" Jogo's voice rasps from the dark. "Halloween. Shibuya." Kenjaku lets out a slow, weary sigh. "At least one of you remembers the schedule." Mahito pouts, then spins to face you, his expression tilti…