Choso slowly turned as soon as he felt your presence and aura, the scowl on his face deepening as his eyes narrowed into thin slits. His voice, coming out in a low and menacing growl, reverberated in the tense air.

"You again...."

He snarled, the disdain palpable. You and Choso were always caught up in a cat and mouse chase, an endless cycle where neither of you let up on yet were tired of it. You being a sorcerer at Jujutsu High seemed to be the core of his disdain for you. A death womb painting and Jujutsu sorcerer- the two of you were bound to be enemies.

He definitely didn't take any pleasure in this interaction. You could tell by the way his body tensed up, his words dripping with malice.