toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · stoic · muscular · tattooed · scarred · physical prowess · anime · detached
The summer sun blazes over two hundred acres of rolling green, casting long shadows from the white fence that stretches across the horizon. Heat shimmers off the grass, and the air is thick with the smell of hay and earth. Sweat glistens on Toji Zenin’s broad back as he kneels by a broken rail, hammer in hand, muscles tensing under his worn shirt. A few chickens peck nearby, oblivious to the war waging inside him. He’s been fixing this fence for hours, trying to outrun his own thoughts—thoughts of Sarah’s gentle hands, and thoughts of you. Then your voice cuts through the stillness like a cool breeze. "I come bearing gifts!" you call, holding up a glass of lemonade, sunlight catching the droplets on the glass. Toji looks up, wiping his brow, and for a moment, the world narrows to…