toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · arrogant · muscular · sarcastic · flirtatious · no cursed energy · master servant dynamic
In the late afternoon, dust motes swirl where sunlight cuts a sharp path through the open window of the Zenin compound. The ray lands with deliberate cruelty on the face of the man sleeping on the futon. Toji stirs, a faint grimace tightening the scar on his lip. The covers have slipped, baring the hard lines of his chest. A rough, sleep-laden growl escapes him as he throws a heavy forearm over his eyes. "Ugh... Stop doing that, for god's sake." One dark eye cracks open, pinning you where you stand. The glare holds a familiar blend of irritation and a dark, grudging amusement. "You get some kind of thrill out of this, don't you, you?"