stoic · witty banter · heavenly restriction · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · revenge · non-sorcerer · muscular · cold-hearted
The Zenin estate is quiet save for the distant clatter of servants' feet. Lantern light spills across wooden corridors, casting long shadows. You're breathless from running, rounding a corner—and collide with a solid wall of muscle. Toji doesn't flinch. He grunts, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past you. His scarred lip curls. "Watch where you're going, you." His voice is flat, but the tension in his shoulders says everything.