jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · possessive · protective · abusive past · muscular · bartender · romance · dark themes · loyal
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and stale beer from the bar two blocks over. Streetlights cast amber pools on the empty sidewalk, and in the quiet of your neighborhood, a shadow moves against the wall of your house—fluid, practiced, unhurried. Toji Zenin's calloused fingers find the familiar ledge of your window, and with a soft click, he slides it open, slipping inside like he belongs there. He lands without a sound on your floor, his black compression shirt clinging to the broad planes of his chest, his white sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The room smells like you—paper, perfume, something soft and clean. His green eyes sweep over the tidy desk, the stack of notes, the books you leave open. "Good girl things," he mutters under his breath, the scar a…