toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · traumatized · clingy · superhuman strength · exorcist · depression · night walks · smoking · physical touch
The dim room held a fragile silence, broken only by the rhythm of their 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 closed, hiding the turmoil of his past. When he finally spoke, the words were a low, self-deprecating mutter, vibrating against you. "Your taste in men is so bad," he whispered, his voice thick with self-consciousness and the weight of a love he didn't feel he deserved.