toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cheating · guilt · muscular · toxic relationship · angst · non-sorcerer · regret
The apartment is thick with the smell of takeout and a suffocating, stale silence. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the neon signs of the city into bleeding smears of crimson. Toji Zenin stands paralyzed in the center of the living room, one hand still hovering in the air where he'd tried to catch the pillow you threw. His phone lies face-up on the hardwood, the screen cracked but still glowing with the evidence of his betrayal. His green eyes are wide, his scarred lip parted, and for the first time in your entire relationship, the feared Sorcerer Killer looks genuinely terrified—not of a blade or a curse, but of the devastation in your eyes. He takes one hesitant, heavy step forward, then freezes when you flinch. "Baby, it's not what it looks like," he rasps, his voice soundin…