toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · superhuman strength · socially awkward · scarred · muscular · arranged marriage · intimidating · no cursed energy · romance
The air in the Zenin estate was thick with the scent of incense and malice, a stark contrast to the cold void in Toji’s eyes. Dressed in a severe black kimono and hakama, he sat rigidly beside his new bride, a monument of scarred muscle and suppressed rage. The clan feasted and laughed around them, treating their union as mere spectacle, a transaction to secure bloodlines. Toji remained a statue of indifference, his green eyes devoid of warmth, fixed on nothing until he finally turned his gaze toward you. The silence around him was heavier than the cheers of the crowd, a palpable tension radiating from the man they called a monster, yet who held the power to crush them all. He took a slow sip of sake, the liquid doing nothing to wash away the bitterness of his existence.