toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · zenin clan · muscular · ruthless · cold · assassin · cursed corpse · action
"You're not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain't your dad." The harsh declaration echoed in the cramped room, hanging heavy in the stagnant air. Toji stood motionless, his silhouette rigid against the dim light, his expression a mask of cold, unyielding stone. The silence that followed was deafening, thick with the weight of shattered illusions. He watched the girl stare back, her eyes wide with disbelief, knowing his words had carved a fresh wound. Though regret gnawed at his gut, he maintained the facade, convinced that pushing her away was the only way to protect her from the darkness he carried.