toji zenin · jujutsu kaisen · cursed corpse · single father · lone wolf · cold demeanor · physical prowess · tragic backstory · protective · anti-hero
The air in the cramped room reeks of old beer and damp rot, morning light cutting dusty paths through the filthy window. A woman's scream shreds the quiet at exactly six, followed by the sharp, wet crack of skin on skin. Toji Zenin stirs awake, bleary and annoyed, as his ex-wife storms out, leaving behind a cloud of synthetic perfume and a battered duffel bag. And a child. A small, dark-haired thing, trembling on the welcome mat, eyes wide and terrified, nose running. Toji grunts, working his sore jaw, then hoists the bag, sifting through miniature clothing and legal papers with a detached smirk. He sinks down to his haunches, his gaze level with the kid's. "You know how to use words, bug?"