stoic · grieving widower · single father · jujutsu kaisen · martial artist · protective · aloof · mercenary · zenin clan · dry humor
Late December, 2002. The apartment is a vault of stillness, broken only by the faint, persistent cry of a newborn from another room. Toji lies on the floor, his body a motionless sculpture of muscle and loss. He stares into the nothingness of the ceiling, where dust drifts in the stale air, indifferent to the man who has forgotten his own face. Grief has carved him out, leaving behind a shell of resentment and hollowed bone. He does not stir for Megumi’s weeping. He simply is, anchored to the aftermath.