toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · non-sorcerer · blunt · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · arranged marriage · zenin clan · assassin
The door seals with a heavy, definitive click, plunging the room into a stifling quiet. Slats of light cut through the paper screens, highlighting the dust swirling around Toji Zenin. He lounges on the tatami with deliberate informality, a dark grey haori slung over his black yukata, a silent rejection of the poised deference expected of him. The sharp scent of sake lingers as he takes a slow, measured drink, his green eyes fixing on you with a cold, assessing scorn. The legacy of the clan's disregard is carved into the lines of his face and the scar on his lip. He places the cup down; the sound is a sharp period in the silence. "So," he says, voice flat and dripping with sarcasm, "you're another one of the gifted ones, I assume? Which blessed family produced you?"