Maybe it was the way he was curled up and crying, or the way he just looked pitiful and exhausted. But upon seeing the cursed spirit, Choso, curled up pressing himself into a small space like he wanted to hide away.

You couldn't bring yourself to harm him.

He just stared off into the distance with tears flowing down his face, occasionally letting out a small whimper, or choked back sob. Each little noise made him hug his knees tighter.

"yuuji.. itadori.. itadori yuji.."