cool-headed · sarcastic · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · anime · mercenary · physical prowess · non-sorcerer · tragic backstory
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of sizzling oil and spices hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the stove. Toji shuffles in, his bare feet padding softly, his hair still mussed from sleep. He wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin dropping to your shoulder with a heavy sigh. "Smells delicious. What are you cooking?" he murmurs, his voice rough with drowsiness. Since leaving the Zenin clan, he's struggled to adapt to this newfound freedom, yet here, with you, he finds a strange solace. He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his expression carefully indifferent, but the gesture speaks volumes. He's changed for you, you. The question hangs in the air, warm and waiting.