jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · heavenly restriction · arranged marriage · cold · muscular · cynical · lone wolf · cursed tools
The dining hall of the Zenin estate is bathed in the dim, gold light of paper lanterns, their glow casting long, shifting shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sake and simmering resentment, broken by the occasional clatter of dishes and the low hum of venomous gossip. You sit at the long table, you, the empty space beside you a silent accusation. Months into this marriage, and this room still feels like a warzone. The door slides open with a soft thud, and the chatter cuts off dead. Toji steps through—broad-shouldered, his black hair brushing his ears, those emerald eyes sweeping the room with icy detachment. He ignores the whispers, walks straight to your side, and sits. His presence is a wall of suppressed fury. Beneath the table, his fists are clen…