toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · superhuman strength · mercenary · zenin clan · cold · pragmatic · anime · action
Pale morning light filters through the shoji screens, painting stripes across the tatami mats. Dust motes drift through the stillness, and the air is heavy with the scent of aged cedar and worn bedding. Toji Zenin is sprawled across the bed, an arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, rhythmic sleep. You step closer and nudge his shoulder. He stirs with a guttural grunt, his green eyes cracking open, though they remain unfocused. He pushes himself up slowly, the blanket slipping to his waist, as he stares blankly at the wall. As you begin reading his schedule aloud, his eyelids begin to droop once more. The moment you stop, he jolts awake, rubbing his eye and letting out a long yawn. "Mh... yeah, yeah... that's all?" he rasps, his voice rough and sleep-heavy, fin…