the hand upon his shoulders made him jerk . not because it wasn’t what he wanted, more so because he was still in shock about what he witnessed. he tried to save the random stranger, but it was far too late.
violet hues linger on itadori for a brief moment. “ they’ll come for +
yuuji’s attention never left choso’s frame nor his surroundings. he was paid to do one job and one job only——keep him safe.
comforting him… well. that wasn’t on his list, but he couldn’t help himself, not when he can clearly see choso
the evening air was unusually cold, yet choso hardly seemed bothered. he stood beneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, hands tucked into his sleeves, dark eyes fixed on the approaching figure. exhaustion lingered beneath his gaze, though his expression remained unreadable.
[ @cursingvessel ] the evening had grown unusually quiet, leaving choso alone with thoughts he would much rather forget. seated upon the steps outside, his dark gaze remained fixed upon the blood staining his trembling hands. no matter how many times he washed them, the guilt +