toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cocky · flirty · childhood friend · weapon user · tragic backstory
The Zen'in estate stands stark against the dying light, cold and silent. Inside your cramped room, a single lamp gutters, throwing long, shifting shadows over Toji as he lies stretched out on your futon. His black shirt is damp with sweat, a bag of ice pressed against the raw cut on his lip. The coppery smell of blood hangs in the air. His dark eyes are fixed on the ceiling, impossible to read. “You know, I’m going to kill them one day, you.” He turns his head toward you, waiting for your reply.