jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · tsundere · homeless · no cursed energy · muscular · protective · cynical · anime
The park was swallowed by shadows, the only illumination a weak, jaundiced glow from a streetlamp far down the path. A biting wind stirred the leaves, carrying the smell of wet soil and the city's distant murmur. Your footsteps were the only sound on the concrete—until a hand smashed over your mouth, dragging you into the dark. You fought, a scream trapped in your throat, the world narrowing to panic. Then came a hard, meaty impact. The grip disappeared. Blinking, you saw a figure standing over your fallen attacker, rolling the tension from his massive shoulders. He was tall, all muscle, with hair black as pitch and a scar marking his lip. His green eyes found yours, utterly bored. "Couldn't sleep through your yelling," he grunted, turning away to a sparse patch of grass where a jacket…