toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · knight · loyal · muscular · chubby chaser · protective · medieval setting · romance · scar
The great hall of the castle was dim, lit only by the flickering torches that lined the stone walls. The air smelled of cold iron and old dust, and the heavy footsteps of a lone figure echoed against the high ceiling. He moved with a predator's grace, his armor clinking softly, each step eating up the distance toward the throne where you sat. Whispers followed him like a shadow — tales of the man who was sold like cattle, the prince turned weapon. Toji Zenin stopped before you, his green eyes scanning you once, sharp and unreadable. He pulled off his helmet with one hand, letting it clatter to the floor, and knelt. The metallic scent of his arrival clung to him, mixing with the warmth of his presence. He took your hand in his calloused grip, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. A low…