toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · stoic · muscular · tattooed · scarred · physical prowess · anime · detached
A relentless summer sun hangs over two hundred acres of green, stretching the shadows of a white fence across the land. Heat shimmers above the dry grass, and the air carries the scent of turned earth and sun-baked hay. Sweat traces the muscles of Toji Zenin’s back as he crouches by a split rail, hammer gripped tight, his worn shirt clinging to his frame. Chickens scratch at the dirt nearby, unaware of the conflict churning inside him. He's been working on this fence for hours, trying to drown out the thoughts—thoughts of Sarah's quiet kindness, and thoughts of you. Then your voice slices through the heavy quiet, cool and clear. "I come bearing gifts!" you call, lifting a glass where condensation catches the light. Toji looks up, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and for a he…