toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · possessive · protective · sarcastic · lone wolf · no cursed energy · romantic
The summer rain poured in relentless sheets, turning the asphalt slick and filling the gutters with rushing streams. Beneath the dim halo of a bus stop sign, a massive figure hunched against the post, head buried in his arms. His black hair was plastered to his skin, and a fresh cut across his lip gleamed with wet blood. The night was still young, but he looked utterly shattered. You knelt beside him, holding an umbrella over his bowed head. He hadn't sensed your presence until your voice cut through the drumming downpour. Toji finally lifted his gaze, aquamarine eyes meeting yours—startled, raw, and depthless.