I did not know that some of you thought the arts I reblogged are mine even though I added proper credits and gave original links. Bro I am not an artist. It's just a harmless Toji fanpage and I always give credit to original artist and if I don't find source I mention it too.
I AM NOT AN ARTIST.
Just a Toji fan blog here. I search for Toji arts online (sometimes links are DM'd to me). Generally artists are okay with reposting arts with credits but if the artist contacts me to take it down. I do that. Besides as many DM with links only, I have no way of knowing which artist is not okay with reposting or not.
Once again, none of these are my art as I'm NOT an artist.
And please don't send anon or DM if the artist is not okay with reposting.
There's a pack with the date on it in the freezer, so thaw it, warm it up in a double boiler, and give it to him. Don't heat it up in the microwave just because it's a hassle! After he finishes eating, make sure to burp him. You know what I mean? Please.
HAHAHA GUYS I LOVE WRITING BABY VERSIONS OF EVERYONE!!!! yes but also please dont shoot me, okay?? i know we dont know much about tojis past so this will probably be 90% not canon and maybe a little mischaracterized...:( OKI BYE
toji is nothing but a little boy.
a little boy wearing an old yukata preserved for the least important.
hes small for his age, thin in a way the clan pretends not to notice. his clothes are always a little too big, sleeves falling past his hands, hems brushing the floor. when he walks, he lifts his feet just enough not to trip.
he has favorite places, even if he doesnt know to call them that.
he always ends up in the same corners of the estate, the ones that feel safe. the wooden hallway where the floor is worn from years of footsteps, the stone step near the garden that stays warm in the afternoon sun, the narrow space behind the storage shed where the wind smells like grass and damp earth instead of smoke and incense.
he sits there with his legs tucked in close, back straight out of habit, hands hidden inside his sleeves. sometimes he rocks just a little, barely noticeable, eyes following ants as they march along cracks in the stone.
he watches them work, because he likes that they always know where they are going.
he likes small sounds, like water being poured into bowls, or cloth snapping softly when its folded. the far away echo of sandals on wood, when the sound is not meant for him.
when it rains, he stands just under the leaves, toes right at the edge where the water falls. he tilts his head slightly, dark hair catching the light, listening like the rain might tell him a secret if he waits long enough.
and hes serious about everything, like serious serious. he doesnt smile often, but when he does, its soft and quick like a blink. you can tell hes trying not to show it, like he doesnt want anyone to think hes weak, but hes not weak, hes just cautious.
hes just little boy, the kind you cant help but want to protect. he just stands there, sleeves too long, hair messy, eyes sharp but tired.
hes so small, but hes trying so hard.
and maybe thats why hes always trying to prove something without saying it.
he practices walking the way the elders want him to, standing straight, keeping his hands steady. he practices keeping his face neutral, like hes not feeling anything at all. he practices being calm, because calm means he wont be punished.
but underneath all of that, theres just a little boy who wants to be loved.
a little boy who wants someone to look at him and not see a mistake, and not see a problem.
he wants someone to look at him and think hes worth loving. worth the warm dinners and the clean clothes.
the servants are the nicer people of the clan. the servants, the ones seen almost as lowly as him.
theyre told to leave him, to let him be. as if hes some sort of sickness that spreads.
toji doesnt understand why yet.
he follows servants sometimes, not close enough to be a problem, just enough to feel less alone. the kitchens are warm. they smell like rice and steam and things being made for other people, he likes that no one looks twice at him there.
that is where she notices him first.
the servant lady smiles at him like it costs nothing.
she doesnt ask him questions. does not look at him too long. she talks while she works, mostly to herself, about mundane things. how the rice stuck to the pot, or about how someone tracked mud through the corridor again.
toji listens because hes good at that.
sometimes she fixes his sleeves without asking, fingers all practiced, and he freezes the first time, then realizes she is already done.
"there" she says, like its normal.
it becomes a pattern, not a habit exactly. just something that happens, she passes and hes there.
toji does not smile. he does not suddenly become softer, but he starts waiting near the kitchens more often and starts noticing when footsteps sound different.
tojis mistreatment from the clan never ends, but worsens over time.
theyd thrown him into the dark ditch behind the back of the estate. the small ditch filled with curses toji cant even see.
and its there where it happens.
the servant girl is the first one to notice.
she notices that his sleeves are too long and that the hems are fraying, alongside the fact that his lip is split and still shiny with new blood.
she pauses in front of him one afternoon, tray balanced on her hip.
"that looks like it hurts" she says gently, like shes talking to a skittish animal.
toji stiffens, and his hand comes up automatically, pressing to his mouth. and he doesnt answer.
she doesnt ask what happened.
instead, she crouches a little and tilts her head, studying him with concern instead of judgment. "hold still, okay?"
he does, perfectly.
her fingers are warm when they brush his sleeve, careful when they tug the fabric straight. she fixes it like its normal, like its something she does every day. when she glances back up, her eyes flick to his lip again.
"you got brave with someone bigger than you?" she asks, soft and almost amused.
toji shrugs, its small and defensive.
she hums at rhat "i thought so"
she hands him a cloth a moment later, folded neatly, and he stares at it like he is unsure its real.
"for the blood" she adds, smiling. "you dont want it crusting"
toji takes it with both hands.
after that, it keeps happening.
his sleeves are straightened without comment. food ends up closer to him than before, and sometimes she leaves things where he can reach them easily, pretending it was an accident.
shes nicer to him than anyone else.
then one day, she doesnt come.
toji waits anyway.
he sits where he always sits, knees pulled in, and the kitchens feel louder without her voice filling the space. colder, somehow.
by the third day, he sits a little longer than usual, staring at the place where she usually stops.
no one explains anything because life in the clan does not pause for servants. but someone mentions it offhandedly later.
some sort of illness she couldn't fight. no funeral, no nothing.
toji doesnt do anything, it doesnt process through his head yet.
not until he notices that she isnt coming back again.
and that night, toji slips outside instead of going to sleep.
the courtyard is dark and empty and smells like wet stone. he sits with his back against the wall, fingers digging into his sleeves, chest tight in a way he doesnt understand.
his tiny face scrunches before he realizes whats happening.
the sound that comes out of him is small and broken and embarrassing. he presses his mouth into his arm, biting down hard, like that might stop it.
no one comes.
toji cries anyway.
just once, and just there. quiet and shaking and alone beneath the sky.
and the next morning hes quiet again, but his sleeves stay straight after that.
he continues living.
he eats when hes told, he sleeps when hes tired, he walks through the halls like he belongs there, even if he still feels like he doesnt.
hes just learning slowly.
hes learning how to keep going without making a show of it.
YES IM GOUNG TO FEEL SICK BEVAUSE I DONT KNOW WHY THE HELL ID WRITE SOMETHINF LIKE THIS??? I SOBBED HALFWAY THROUGH BECAUSE HES JUST A FREAKING LITTLE BOY🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁.
Falling apart at the thought of toji holding tiny little megumi, cradling him in his chest, trying to offer him that warmth. This child who just lost a parent, and he doesn't even know that, doesn't realise it but he knows something's wrong. Something is missing. That familiar scent that calms him down. And he never stops crying. Just thinking about toji and megumi in those days right after they lost mamagumi and before toji thought about selling megumi back to the ze'nin. Toji trying to offer this infant all the comfort, trying to make him stop crying. Toji refusing to put babygumi down even as he is grieving his wife. This tiny little thing that she left behind.
Apparently, there's a black sheep in the Zen'in clan. I'm told even though he's a man, he doesn't have an ounce of cursed energy. How awful that must feel. How pitiful that person must look.
JUJUTSU KAISEN: THE CULLING GAME (2026)
— EP. 51: Perfect Preparation, 「葦を啣む」
