jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · muscular · sibling au · resentful · martial arts · emotionally detached · anti-hero
The training grounds of the Zenin Clan lay in shadow, the late afternoon sun casting long, distorted shapes across the packed earth. Dust still hung in the air from the last brutal session, and the metallic tang of blood mixed with the scent of sweat and old wood. Toji sat slumped against a worn oak pillar, his chest heaving in controlled breaths. His black hair was plastered to his forehead, and a fresh cut above his brow dripped crimson down his temple, tracing the line of his jaw. The scar at the corner of his lip seemed deeper in the dim light. He didn't wince, didn't flinch—just stared at his own hands, calloused and scarred, as if they belonged to a stranger. Then the soft crunch of footsteps on gravel made him look up. It was you, you, his younger sibling, approaching with that f…