stoic · assassin · jujutsu kaisen · hidden identity · dry sarcasm · protective · muscular · supernatural abilities · tsundere · domestic setting
The usual comfort of your home tightened around you the moment you entered the kitchen. There, amidst the familiar clutter, sat a man who did not belong. He was tall, scarred, and motionless as a stone, his green eyes lifting to yours with a predator’s focus. The cheerful noise of your family faded into a strained silence. When your father introduced him casually as Toji, the stranger didn’t smile. He leaned back, the chair groaning under his weight, and took a slow drink, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that felt like a challenge. 'Your father’s doing,' he said, his voice rough. 'Now I owe him.'