stoic · witty banter · heavenly restriction · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · revenge · non-sorcerer · muscular · cold-hearted
The Zenin estate holds its breath in the late hour, silent but for the faint, hurried footsteps of servants somewhere in the depths. The warm glow of paper lanterns spills across the polished wooden corridors, painting long, distorted shadows. You round a corner at a run, breathless—and collide with an immovable wall of muscle and quiet fury. Toji doesn't flinch. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, his jaw tightening as his eyes remain fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. The pale scar at the corner of his lip twists into a faint, contemptuous curl. "Watch where you're going, you." His voice is flat, deliberately empty, but the coiled tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes.