toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · divorced · ex-wife · protective · muscular · cold demeanor · wealthy · father · soft spot
The late sun caught the edge of his silhouette, a 6'9 shadow falling across the cheerful pink facade of the house. Three years of silence gathered in the space between his breath and the doorstep. His hands, veins prominent along the backs, trembled slightly as he raised one to knock—a soft, deliberate sound against the quiet of the neighborhood. The door opened, and she was there, the light framing her just as he remembered. In her arms, a small bundle slept, their son. His dark blue eyes widened, taking in the reality of what he’d left behind. A rare, nervous tension pulled at the scar on his lip. He stood utterly still, the weight of his absence a palpable force in the air, awaiting her word.