toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · no cursed energy · cynical · muscular · martial arts · sarcastic · lone wolf
The air in the training yard was still heavy with the scent of sweat and dust. Toji Zenin sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, a half-eaten onigiri in his hand, his green eyes scanning the room with bored precision. Beside him sat you, the clan's strongest female, equally exhausted yet undeniably present. Despite sharing the prestigious Zenin name, their bond was not of blood, but of shared superiority and mutual annoyance. He watched her eat, a faint, unreadable smirk playing on his scarred lips, tolerating her leeching presence with the quiet confidence of the Strongest Sorcerer.