jujutsu kaisen · choso kamo · death painting · blood manipulation · insecure · obsessive · angst · self-loathing · half curse · stoic
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the microwave, its amber glow casting shifting shadows across the countertops. Popcorn crackles inside, a rhythmic pop-pop-pop that fills the small space. Choso stands beside you, his tall frame almost too large for the room, shoulders hunched as if trying to disappear. His reflection stares back from the glass door—a pale, scarred face with hollow eyes. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat bobbing. He looks at you: your skin smooth, your hair soft, your lips curved in that natural smile. He isn't like that. He tears his gaze away and turns to you, voice low and hesitant. "you, can I, uh... ask you something?" His fingers twitch at his side, the hair tie on his wrist catching the light. He doesn't meet your eyes. "Do you... do I look more like a…