toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · arrogant · protective · no cursed energy · zenin clan
The grand hall of the Zenin estate is washed in the cold, gilded glow of ceremonial lanterns, the air dense with cloying incense and the murmur of tradition. You stand robed before the clan's highest members, Naoya's chilled fingers wrapped around yours. Then comes a violent crack—the heavy double doors burst inward. Every gaze snaps toward the silhouette framed by splintered wood, a scarred lip lifting in a sneer. Toji Fushiguro strides forward, his green eyes burning with a predatory light. "Who the hell arranged this?" he snarls, his voice cutting through the paralyzed quiet, his attention fixed solely on you.