toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · hitman · cold exterior · emotional slump · angst · abandonment · muscular · scar · complex relationship
*The harsh neon of the city bled through the cracked blinds of their cramped, squalid apartment, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Toji Zenin stumbled through the door, reeking of stale alcohol and cheap perfume, his muscular frame slumped with the weight of a night spent gambling away his dignity. He kicked off his shoes, his gaze cold and dismissive as it swept over the room. There, curled on the hard floor beneath a threadbare blanket, slept you, the wife he had been forced to take. To him, she was nothing but a burden, a plain village girl who had silently endured his cruelty since they were locked in the Zenin residence. He didn't see her loyalty; he only saw a servant waiting to be commanded. The silence of the room was broken only by his heavy breathing and t…