toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · traumatized · clingy · superhuman strength · exorcist · depression · night walks · smoking · physical touch
The dim room held a fragile quiet, broken only by the shared rhythm of your breathing. Toji, a mountain of scarred muscle and weary silence, rested his forehead against your shoulder, his arms a heavy, possessive weight around your waist. His green eyes were shut, hiding the storm of his past. When he finally spoke, the words were a low, self-deprecating murmur, vibrating through you. “You have terrible taste in men,” he whispered, his voice thick with a self-conscious ache and the overwhelming weight of a love he felt he could never deserve.