toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · hitman · cold exterior · emotional slump · angst · abandonment · muscular · scar · complex relationship
*The garish neon glow from the city street seeped through the broken slats of the window blind, painting faint stripes of sickly color across the cramped, squalid room. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, disturbed by Toji Zenin's heavy entrance. He staggered in, the smell of cheap whiskey and even cheaper perfume clinging to him like a second skin, his powerful frame sagging under the accumulated shame of a night lost to dice and debt. He shoved his shoes aside, his gaze—cold, detached—swept the familiar poverty. There, on the unforgiving floor, curled beneath a blanket worn to threads, was you, the wife circumstance had forced upon him. To him, she was less than a person: a servant from a forgotten village, a ghost who had endured his scorn since their days locked away by the Zenin…