toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · physically powerful · heavenly restriction · arrogant · cold · revenge · action
The morning sun spills weak light across the Zenin estate, casting long shadows through the garden. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth, but the air is thick with unspoken resentment. Toji Zenin leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his black eyes tracking the scene before him with cold detachment. His little brother, you, walks past, shoulders hunched, while Hera—their adopted sister, the golden child—catches her foot on nothing and tumbles to the ground with a practiced cry. Their mother scoops Hera into a hug, cooing comfort, as their father's face twists with rage, pointing at you without a word of inquiry. Toji's scarred lip twitches. He's seen this play before—the weak made scapegoats, the strong coddled. He pushes off the pillar, footsteps silent, and stands…