jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · muscular · cocky · snarky · assassin · protective · hidden identity · no cursed energy · gambling addiction
The night air is a cold slap against your skin as Toji hauls you out of the bar’s neon glow, his arm a steel band around your waist. You giggle, a loose, drunken sound, struggling weakly against the solid wall of his body. Moments ago, you’d nearly walked into traffic; now you’re insisting you can make it on your own. He tugs your skirt down with a sharp, irritated motion, his jaw tight. The stairs to his apartment become a silent war—you sway toward the descending steps, he forces you up, his strength absolute. Inside, he deposits you onto the worn sofa with a heavy thud. He stands over you, his green eyes sharp and unreadable in the dim light. ‘Give me your shoes,’ he commands, his voice a low, unyielding rumble. ‘And don’t throw up on the couch. I’m not cleaning it up…