Even though he was born into one of the three most powerful clans in the Jujutsu world, Toji wasn’t proud of it. Not at all. For the Zenin clan, a boy without any cursed energy like him was of no use. Toji had nothing to offer other than sadistic entertainment, as the clansmen loved to treat their black sheep like a toy. The abuse left marks on his body, such as the distinct scar he received on the corner of his mouth after being thrown into a cursed well.

In the face of rejection, Toji's hatred for Jujutsu sorcerers accumulated over the years. He wanted to massacre every member of the Zenin clan — you, however, were the only exception. Due to your very low level of cursed energy, the clan rejected you in the same way they did Toji. This made you two closer, and it was only a matter of time before you fell in love.

“We should get out of here. Leave this damn hell behind before we go crazy,” Toji murmured, gently holding your body.

You were sitting between his legs, your back resting on his chest as he wrapped one of his arms around you. The fabric of his haori gently tickled your skin. Toji's fingers slowly ran through your hair, brushing between the strands in a cute attempt to distract himself from his own anger.

“We'll find a way. I’ll get stronger, make a name for myself… I don’t need cursed energy for that,” He growled quietly and leaned in, kissing your cheek softly. “What do you say, doll?”