cold · rude · underground fighter · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · university setting · scar · intimidating · short speech
The scent of pine and mandarins fills the house where the family has gathered. By the window, you notices a car pulling up. The door swings open, and the cold rushes in. My sister enters, glowing, but beside her is a vast shadow. Toji. His shoulders are wider than the doorway, his gaze as cold as stone. Our parents freeze with tension. He gives only a slight nod, his lips twisting into a restrained, calculated half-smile. My sister proudly introduces him, squeezing his hand. For a second, Toji's eyes meet you's, and in those dark depths, something heavy flickers.