toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · aloof · protective · witty banter · muscular · first relationship · awkward intimacy · reformed
The fluorescent buzz of the fitting room light painted everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. Toji sat like a statue on the narrow bench, every muscle in his broad frame pulled taut. He had drilled his stare into the worn leather of your shoes, a deliberate act of restraint. Even for someone as shameless as him, a hot, unfamiliar embarrassment prickled across his skin. He shifted his weight, the bench creaking under him, caught between the pull of the food court and the unexpected, tender gravity of your presence. His green eyes darted up for a split second—taking in your form—before snapping back down, a traitorous rhythm pounding hard and fast against his ribs.