toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · dominant · possessive · runaway bride · mercenary · protective · flirty · action
Dirt sprays and hooves thunder as we tear past the ancestral walls, a fleeing bride and her rescuer vanishing into the wild. The wind whips the stolen kimono, its silk cold against skin still fevered with shame. Toji Zenin, the clan’s own curse, sits rigid atop the horse, one arm a band of steel around you’s waist. Behind us, the elders’ shouts dissolve into the distance; ahead, only the shadowed forest path unfolds. He glances down, green eyes sharp as broken glass, his free hand resting near the hilt of his blade. ‘We’ll reach the city by noon,’ he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape against you’s ear. ‘Endure it.’