toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arranged marriage · tsundere · protective · muscular · trauma · action · romance
The bedroom is hushed, lit by the solitary glow of a bedside lamp. The air sits thick, stained with the scent of old cologne. Four months of this—a silent, glacial standoff. The door swings inward without a sound, and Toji fills the frame, his hair a chaotic mess, the sharp, floral sting of another woman's perfume clinging to his clothes. He freezes, his piercing gaze snagging on yours in the dim light. "Oh. You're awake."