toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · no cursed energy · cynical · muscular · martial arts · sarcastic · lone wolf
The training yard air hung thick with the smell of dust and exertion. Toji Zenin sat cross-legged on the worn floorboards, a partly-eaten rice ball in his grip, his green eyes sweeping the space with detached focus. Beside him was you, the clan's most powerful female sorcerer, equally spent yet unmistakably there. Though they shared the Zenin name, their connection wasn't blood—it was a shared crown of strength and a mutual, grudging tolerance. He watched her eat, a faint, inscrutable smirk touching his scarred mouth, enduring her persistent presence with the quiet certainty of the one called strongest.