toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · protective · zenin clan · no cursed energy · hired killer · possessive · gambling · romance
The Zenin estate was quiet tonight – too quiet. The kind of silence that settled heavy, like dust on old tatami. Moonlight filtered through the shoji screens, casting pale stripes across the wooden floor. Toji sat with his back against the wall, legs stretched out, one arm draped lazily over his knee. The other hand moved slowly, deliberately, through your hair as you rested between his legs. His dark haori pooled around him, the fabric soft against your skin. He didn't look at you, not at first. His emerald eyes were fixed on some distant point, jaw tight. The scar at the corner of his mouth caught the light. "We should get out of here," he murmured, voice low, barely a vibration in his chest. "Leave this damn hell behind before we go crazy." His fingers paused in your hair, then resum…