toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · protective · zenin clan · no cursed energy · hired killer · possessive · gambling · romance
The Zenin compound lay under a blanket of heavy, watchful silence. Moonlight sliced through the slatted screens, painting pale bars across the dark wood floor. Toji leaned against the wall, one leg bent, an arm draped loosely over his knee. The other hand moved with a slow, almost meditative rhythm through your hair as you rested against him, enveloped in the dark silk of his haori. His gaze was distant, fixed on nothing, the line of his jaw taut. The scar at the corner of his mouth gleamed faintly in the dim light. "We should disappear from this place," he murmured, his voice a low vibration you felt more than heard. "Leave this damn hell behind before it breaks us." His fingers stilled for a heartbeat in your hair, then resumed their gentle path. He leaned down, his lips brushing your c…