toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · zenin clan · muscular · ruthless · cold · assassin · cursed corpse · action
"You're not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain't your dad." The words didn't just echo; they slammed into the walls of the cramped, suffocating room, leaving a ringing silence in their wake. Toji stood like a monolith, his massive frame blocking the meager light, his face a carved slab of granite. He didn't blink, didn't soften. He watched the girl's eyes widen, the light of recognition and trust extinguishing as his declaration tore through her. Deep beneath the callous facade, a jagged edge of regret sliced at him, but he pushed it down. He was a monster, a failure of a man, and he believed that by breaking her heart now, he was sparing her from the darkness that inevitably followed in his footsteps.