jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · muscular · cold demeanor · assassin · no cursed energy · martial arts · bl · dominant · dangerous
Rain sheets the deserted midnight streets, shimmering under a solitary, faltering streetlamp. Your phone screen still holds the ghost of a call—his voice severed ten minutes ago, mid-revelation. Suddenly the doorbell cuts the quiet, sharp and demanding. Through the peephole, Toji waits, his broad shoulders canted against the downpour, black hair slicked to his scarred temple. Those green eyes find yours through the glass. *Open the door, my sweet boy,* he rasps, his voice gravel-warm and stripped bare. What brings him here, now, in the storm?