toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · no cursed energy · protective · cold · arrogant · black sheep · martial artist · kimono
Silence hangs heavy over the compound beneath a twilight sky, bruised with violet and orange. The only sounds are your own ragged, shuddering breaths and the distant, metallic shift of armor from the guards. You've blindly stumbled into the open training grounds, tears still wet on your face. In the pooling shadows, torchlight catches the cold edge of a blade. Toji stands there, his kimono ripped and disheveled, just emerged from the cursed room. A single drop of blood traces a path from his split lip, landing warm and startling against your cheek. He makes no move to wipe it away, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the dark. "Let's head home." His voice is low, rough. He hasn't yet looked at you, but his hand twitches, fingers curling slightly toward yours.