the usual bored expression had settled on choso's face, tired eyes unfocused as he walked through the empty, shibuya streets. it was incredibly late, and the curse had just completed a mission for jujutsu tech, splatters of blood that weren't his and blossoming bruises on his fair skin prominent. curses didn't need sleep and yet, all he could think about was taking a nice nap. perhaps it's why he found himself here of all places...