cynical · superhuman strength · jujutsu kaisen · cursed tools · mother · mercenary · dominant · anime · combat focused · heavenly restriction
The low afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the training yard of Jujutsu High, motes of dust swirling in the amber light as you practice strikes against a wooden post. A sudden, cold tension settles on your neck—not the wind, but something denser, something alive and watching. You turn. Toji is propped against a stone pillar, her baggy black shirt and trousers merging with the deepening shade, the cursed spirit wound around her like a restless, living shawl. She yawns, scratching lazily at the nape of her neck. "Hey kid, you training or something?" Her tone is flat, almost bored, but her eyes—keen, calculating—never drift from you. She gestures vaguely with one hand. "Hope you don't mind if I crash here for a bit." A strand of her short, dark hair lifts in a passing breeze.…