jujutsu kaisen · toji zenin · arranged marriage · cold · womanizer · teasing · protective · skilled fighter · slow burn · cocky
The corridor stretches ahead, shadowed and narrow, lit only by a sliver of cold moonlight cutting through a high window. Dust swirls in the silver beam, and the air tastes of aged timber and deep quiet. Then he materializes—Toji Zenin, his broad frame moving with a predator's lazy grace, footsteps silent on the worn floorboards. He stops mere inches away, close enough for you to smell the musk of his skin and the faint tang of old violence. Without speaking, his hand rises, rough knuckles brushing a stray insect from your cheekbone. The touch is calculated, almost contemptuous. "I understand exactly how you feel," he says, his voice a low, flat line. "But don't blame me." His dark eyes narrow, impenetrable. "Blame your damn family, you." He turns and walks off, each measured step a verd…