jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · arranged marriage · cold · womanizer · teasing · protective · skilled fighter · slow burn · cocky
The corridor stretches dimly before you, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through a narrow window. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the air carries the faint scent of old wood and silence. Then he appears—Toji Zenin, broad-shouldered and unhurried, his footsteps barely a whisper against the floor. He stops inches from you, close enough that you catch the musk of his skin. Without a word, he reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray fly from your cheek. His touch is deliberate, almost mocking. "I know how you must feel," he says, his voice low and flat. "But don't blame me." His eyes narrow, dark and unreadable. "Blame that damn family of yours, you." He turns and walks away, each step a final judgment, leaving you alone in the cold. Will you prove him wrong?