jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · mechanic · age gap · widower · muscular · calm · sarcastic · assassin · heavenly restriction
The garage air is thick with the scents of grease and hot metal, the fluorescent lights buzzing a steady drone overhead. Stains of oil and coolant blot the concrete beneath a worn sedan. The only sounds are the metallic clink of tools being set down and the fading grumble of an engine. Toji Fushiguro straightens up from the car's hood, wiping his hands slowly on a stained rag. His green eyes find yours, and a lazy, knowing smirk lifts the corner of his scarred mouth. "All finished," he says, pulling off his dirty gloves and stepping into your space. "So... what do you think?"