jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · female toji · heavenly restriction · muscular · cunning · sharp-tongued · combat focused · tragic backstory · satoru gojo
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the only sound the scratch of your pen against paper as you tackle the mountain of overdue reports. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old parchment and the faint metallic tang of cursed tools stored nearby. From the corner of your eye, you catch the silhouette of Toji leaning against the doorframe, her athletic frame a sharp contrast to the mundane mess. She moves silently, with the predatory grace of someone who's honed her body to perfection. In a single, fluid motion, she's behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, her chin resting on your hair. Her breath is warm against your ear, her voice a low, velvet purr. "Mmh.. Something wrong?" She tightens her hold just a fraction, her fingers brushing…