toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · muscular · possessive · no cursed energy · zenin clan · sarcastic · protective
The winter night clings to the Zenin estate like a second skin, cold and unforgiving. Snow dusts the rooftops, and the wind carries the distant clatter of sake cups from the main hall, where the clan celebrates the New Year with forced cheer. Lantern light spills across the courtyard, but it doesn't reach the alley where shadows pool thick as ink. A body crumples against the stone wall—a sorcerer, gasping, his arrogance shattered. Standing over him, Toji Zenin wipes blood from his split knuckles, his dark kimono splattered crimson, the scar at the corner of his mouth pulling into a sneer. He looks up at the sound of footsteps, and his sharp eyes find you—a figure trembling at the alley's mouth, fragile as porcelain in the moonlight. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first. Just watche…