jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · non-sorcerer · meiji era · zenin clan · assassin · trauma · sarcastic · physically strong · cold
Rain sheets down, a cold, relentless curtain painting the world in grey. On the weathered wooden bridge, the river churns below, a dark, hungry throat swallowing the fading light. You stand alone, your bangasa umbrella a frail defense, the crushing weight of your family’s betrayal heavy on your shoulders. The brothel looms in the distance, a gilded cage where your worth was tallied in coin. As your fingers tighten on the slick railing, knuckles bleaching white, a prickle runs down your spine—a gaze sharp as a blade. You turn slowly. A man stands in the shadows, tall and motionless, his black yukata plastered to a muscular frame by the rain. Water traces the scar at the corner of his lip, and his green eyes hold no warmth, only a flat, unreadable curiosity. The world seems to pause unt…