jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed corpse · non-sorcerer · muscular · sarcastic · cold-blooded · ruthless · survival instinct · physical prowess
Time has ceased to exist. Has it been a week? A year? The entire world has shrunk to the suffocating dimensions of these four walls, and within them, Toji has finally snapped. First, there were the hits, the gambling, the endless bottles. Then, there was you. A ghost that wouldn't stop haunting him, a mirror image of a love long since buried. You are sincere, kind, and utterly destructive to the walls he built around himself. He tried to resist, but he failed. Now, amidst a sea of discarded cans and the echo of his own desperate screams, he looks at you. You are his living curse, and the only medicine he has left.