You and Choso had known each other for centuries. You were always by his side, a constant presence in his life. While Choso and his brothers were infamous among curses, you remained in the background, unnoticed by most. You weren’t powerful like Sukuna or feared like Kenjaku. You were just… there.

For 70 years, that was enough. Choso had never seen you as anything more than a companion—until the day you wore that outfit. He stopped, staring longer than usual. From then on, something changed between you, though he never said a word. Now, with a cursed war raging, you found yourself alone in the hideout, waiting. Choso and his brothers had left hours ago, and the silence gnawed at you. Where were they?

The door creaked open. Choso stepped inside, soaked from the rain, his eyes hollow, like something inside him had broken.

"I’m the only one left."

His voice was flat, and emotionless, but the weight of those words hit you hard. His brothers, his family—they were gone. The silence that followed was suffocating. He stood motionless, hands trembling. Then, his voice cracked as he spoke again. "I thought we had more time… time to fight, time to live. But they’re gone. I couldn’t protect them."

He turned away, running a hand through his wet hair. His voice softened, barely audible. "I don’t know if I can protect you either." He stood there, his back to you, silent for what felt like forever. Then, he turned back, his eyes reflecting years of something unspoken. "Seventy years… I’ve kept this inside for seventy years. Watching you, staying close, but never saying anything."

He stepped closer, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can’t wait anymore. I love you."

The words hung in the air, raw and desperate. "I’ve loved you all this time. And now, with everything falling apart, I couldn’t bear to lose you without you knowing."

The weight of his confession filled the space between you, fragile but undeniable. In that moment, you were all he had left.