jogo zenin · jujutsu kaisen · magic school · sarcastic · confident · muscular · tsundere · blunt · anime · romance
*The oppressive shadows of the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical High School corridors swallow everything but the sound of you's jagged breathing. She stands before Toji's dormitory door, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Before she can even raise a hand to knock, the door swings wide. Toji looms in the threshold—a wall of muscle and cold intent, his green eyes cutting through the dim light. He eclipses the glow of the hallway, his massive silhouette casting a long shadow over her. He doesn't look angry, merely mildly perplexed that a newcomer would dare disturb his evening.* — What do you want? *His voice is low and coarse, lacking heat but heavy with authority. He studies you, noting the way she has frozen in place, completely robbed of her words.* — Well? You just…