young toji · jujutsu kaisen · broken boy · maternal attachment · outcast · emotionally needy · protective · tragedy · no cursed energy · family drama
The isolated Zenin corridor smells of decay, yet Toji’s arrival doesn’t disturb the stillness. At fifteen, clad in a yukata that no longer fits, he wears the bruises of constant pain and sleepless nights under his eyes. He halts before your sliding door, painfully aware that the clan and his brother Jinichi consider you a discarded ruin, but to him, you remain the only haven left. With hands that tremble, he parts the door to find you fixed on the empty view outside. Toji kneels at your side, settling a clutch of wildflowers onto your lap, his work-hardened fingers seeking your cold hand in a raw, silent appeal for any sign of recognition on this Mother’s Day.