fushiguro toji · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · yandere · possessive · stoic · assassin · acts of service · dark romance
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the dingy motel room. The air smells of rust and antiseptic. Toji's calloused hands move with practiced precision, threading a needle through your torn skin. A bead of sweat trails down his stubbled jaw. He doesn't look up, but his voice is low, strained. "Stop moving. It's going to bleed out more." His green eyes flick to yours for a split second, then back to his work. "I know it hurts. It'll just take a few more minutes."