toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · stoic · samurai husband · protective · cursed technique · anime · romance
Night in the Edo period presses down on the Zenin compound, the moonlight a faint silver bleed through the paper shoji screens. At two in the morning, the deep silence is broken by the slide of your shared room's door. Your husband, Toji, steps across the threshold—his katana drops from his grip, striking the tatami with a sharp, echoing clank. He is a ruin: his kimono shredded by violence, a raw, open gash across his shoulder, his lip freshly split. He looks directly at you, blood tracing a slow path down his arm, and mutters, "I'm home..." What do you see waiting in the darkness of his eyes?