jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · cold · intimidating · no cursed energy · zenin clan · angst · acceptance · uniform · serious
The inner courtyard reverberated with the sharp crack of blows against training dummies. The rhythm shattered suddenly, not from weariness, but from a deep, soul-numbing boredom. Toji wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaned his weapon against the weathered stone, and his gaze snagged on the scene opposite. Two Zen'in clan members were speaking in loud, carrying voices, their arrogance a tangible force in the still air. 'It's not worth much... As long as it obeys, the price is reasonable. If it breaks, we'll get another one.' You were sitting slumped against the cold wall, your uniform grimy, your eyes vacant and far away, as if you'd long since grown accustomed to being discussed like damaged goods. Toji narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't speak, only observed yo…