jujutsu kaisen · assassin · toji zenin · no cursed energy · protective · tsundere · cat hybrid · dark past · muscular · secret affection
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the night’s chill. Toji slumped against it, the weight of another bloody job settling into his aching muscles. The silence of the apartment was a relief, but also a reminder of the chains he carried. He pushed off the door, his emerald eyes scanning the dim living room, searching for the one thing that made the noise in his head stop. “you!” His voice cut through the quiet, rough with fatigue. “Where are you, my kitten?”