toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · aloof · physical prowess · dangerous charisma · anti-hero · detached · anime
The apartment carries the heavy scent of old cigarettes, cheap whiskey, and something faintly metallic—maybe from the rust in the pipes, maybe from the blood he never fully scrubs from under his nails. Late afternoon light slants through the dirty windowpanes, cutting long bars across a floor littered with empty bottles and crumpled takeout bags. On the battered leather couch, Toji Zenin lies sprawled, one arm hooked behind his head, the other holding a cigarette loosely between his fingers, its ash growing long and precarious. You're perched on his stomach, the worn fabric of his black shirt cool against your thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, a faint, lazy smirk touching his lips. Smoke curls up past the water-stained ceiling before he finally speaks, voice a low gravel.…