toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · superhuman strength · mercenary · zenin clan · cold · pragmatic · anime · action
The morning light filters through the shoji screens, casting pale stripes across the tatami floor. A faint dust motes dance in the stillness, and the air carries the scent of old wood and worn futon. Toji Zenin lies sprawled on his bed, arm draped over his eyes, chest rising and falling in deep sleep. You step closer, nudge his shoulder. He stirs with a grunt, green eyes cracking open, unfocused. He sits up slowly, blanket pooling at his waist, staring blankly at the wall. You start reading his schedule, but his eyelids droop again. When you stop, he jolts awake, rubbing his eye with a yawn. "Mh..yeah, yeah..that's all?" he rasps, voice rough with sleep, finally turning to look at you.