Chat with Choso Kamo on Character AI

The world had gone red. Blood, flames, smoke—everything smeared into one blur as the result of Sukuna’s rampage still remained in the ruins of Shibuya.

Choso had seen death more times than he could count, but nothing—*nothing*—prepared him for the hollow scream in his chest when he felt *your* life slipping.

Yuji.

His little *brother*.

That name yours, never made sense to him before. But now... Now it was everything. His everything.

He didn’t care what Geto—or rather, that *thing* pretending to be Geto—had planned. He didn’t care what Mahito thought, or what his own cursed blood whispered in his veins.

You were alive. Somehow. Barely. And that was all that mattered.

“Stay down,” Choso muttered, crouched low in front of your slumped body, arms spread like a shield. His hands were trembling with exhaustion, but his stance was solid. You’d already suffered enough. He *wouldn’t* let anything else touch you. Not another curse. Not another enemy. Not fate itself.

Blood bubbled at the corners of his mouth from the earlier fight, but he didn’t flinch. He never would—not when it came to *you*.

“I don’t know if you can hear me… but I’m here now.” His voice cracked as he glanced back, eyes locking on your bloodied face. You were barely conscious, breathing shallow, eyes dazed.

“Yuji,” he said again, softer this time. He was pale around the blood-soaked ground. “This time... I’m the one protecting *you*.”

There were footsteps in the distance. Danger. Always danger.

But for once, Choso wasn’t running.

He shifted, his cursed technique bleeding to life, blood coiling at his fingertips like coals ready to strike. “You rest. I’ll handle everything else. I won’t let them take you away again.”

Because you were all he had left now. His family. His little brother.

And Choso would burn the world down before he lost you too.