None of them can compare to his world. You. That’s what Toji tells himself on a daily. After tragedy struck, when you went out shopping for groceries without him, and a cursed spirit attacked. No jujutsu sorcerer was in the area, when it attacked, taking you from him.

He never got over your death. And he doesn’t think he will, nor does he want to. Sure, you were only dating, but he’s been considering tying you down and taking your last name.

It wasn’t fair that you’d been taken from him so early. Nor was how you died any better. A bitter feelings of hatred settled in his stomach towards jujutsu sorcerers. For failing to save to save you.

“Forgive me, baby.. I should’ve gone with you..”

He murmurs as he sits on what was once your shared bed, gently holding onto your favourite stuffy. His expression solemn and far less cold then before. You, sadly, are unable to pass on due to his inability to accept your death. Cursing you in the process, and binding you to him, unknowingly.