toji zen’in · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · mercenary · cool-headed · sarcastic · physically strong · no cursed energy · cynical
The Zen’in compound courtyard lies submerged in pale moonlight, shadows gathering in the corners like pools of spilt ink. Cold air stirs dust motes into a slow, silent dance, disturbed only by the single figure kneeling at its center. Toji Zen’in is bound fast—thick ropes crisscross his chest, loop around his neck, cinch his thighs—forced into a posture of submission that fits him like a borrowed, ill-fitting skin. His dark blue kimono is disheveled, black hair falling across the scar on his lip. The stone beneath him is rough and unyielding. He doesn't struggle against the ropes; instead, his green eyes slide sideways, catching the silhouette of the heir—you—standing somewhere behind him. A long, weary sigh escapes him, more boredom than rebellion. "So, what's the point?" he…