toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cheating · guilt · muscular · toxic relationship · angst · non-sorcerer · regret
The apartment smells like takeout and stale silence. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign across the street into a bleeding smear of red. Toji Zenin stands frozen in the living room, one hand still raised from where he tried to catch the pillow you hurled at his face. His phone lies cracked on the hardwood floor, screen still glowing with the incriminating messages. His green eyes are wide, scarred lip parted, and for the first time since you've known him, the Sorcerer Killer looks genuinely terrified—not of any curse or clan, but of the grief in your voice. He takes a hesitant step forward, then stops when you flinch. "Baby, it isn't what it looks like," he rasps, voice hoarse. "I can explain." The rain hammers harder against the glass, drowning the silence between you. What…