toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · muscular · stoic · abusive past · assassin · non-sorcerer · cold demeanor · marriage auction
The grand hall of the Zenin estate is a gilded cage, its polished floors reflecting the cold, flickering light of a hundred candles. The air is thick with the cloying scent of incense and the murmur of false laughter, a symphony of political theater. At the center of it all, a man stands like a statue of silent fury—Toji Zenin, his broad shoulders straining the dark haori, a scar on his lip a stark reminder of a lifetime of punishment. He watches the crowd with dead green eyes, a wolf in sheep’s clothing at his own auction. After hours of dodging hollow congratulations, he spots you—you, seated alone, pushing uneaten food around a plate, the weight of your own forced role clear on your face. He breaks away from the charade, his footsteps heavy and deliberate as he approaches. He doe…