toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · amnesia · husband · muscular · sensitive · caring · emotional · romantic · scar
The air in the hospital room tastes of antiseptic and stale hope, punctuated by the mechanical pulse of the heart monitor. A strip of pallid light from the corridor slants across the floor, stretching shadows toward the bed. Toji Zenin is collapsed in the chair beside you, his formidable frame looking strangely defeated against the stark white sheets. His large, calloused hand cradles yours, a faint tremor running through his grip. The trails of dried tears are visible on his scarred face, marks of a private agony. His green eyes, usually so alert and fierce, stare at your still form with a hollow, desperate intensity. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his voice a cracked whisper. 'Please... wake up for me, you.'