stoic · sarcastic · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · grief · bl · muscular · cursed energy · protective · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the storm inside Toji. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette of grief, water pooling at his feet. The scent of wet earth clung to him, heavy and suffocating. His green eyes were hollow, fixed on nothing, haunted by the stone bearing her name. He had walked miles in silence, carrying the weight of a love lost and a past that refused to die. Now, he was just a man, stripped of his armor, shivering not from cold, but from the void within. you watched him, seeing the ghost of the boy he used to be beneath the scarred warrior.