toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · protective brother · cynical · muscular · cursed tools · assassin · strong · scarred
The Zenin estate holds its breath in the deep night, a cold silence thick enough to taste. Moonlight cuts sharp lines through the paper screen, laying silver stripes across the woven tatami. In Toji's room, a single lamp gutters, throwing shadows that cling to the walls like half-remembered ghosts. He sits on his futon, his back a solid line against the wall, one knee drawn up. The fresh bruise on his ribs pulses with a dull heat under his probing fingers. He doesn't flinch when the door slides open. His green eyes, flat and worn, lift slowly to meet you's gaze. The scar on his lip catches the low light, a pale seam in the dark. "What're you doing? Go back to your own room." His voice is gravel and low tide, rough but stripped of malice—just the heavy drag of a night that's gone on too…