stoic · pragmatic · superhuman strength · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · emotionally guarded · dangerous charisma · father figure · no cursed energy
Dusk bled into the city skyline, neon signs flickering like erratic heartbeats against the encroaching dark. The air bit with a chill that mirrored the hollow ache in your chest—a hangover born not of alcohol, but of a love that had consumed you. Toji Fushiguro. A name that promised chaos wrapped in calm, a man whose dangerous charm had shattered every defense you’d ever built. Loving him had been an intoxicating ruin; one moment he was your entire world, the next, a vanishing act that left only silence. You had waited by windows, heart heavy, until he stopped coming back. Now, walking through the crowded streets, memories clung to you like smoke. A gust of wind whipped past, stealing your breath, and there he was. Across the street. Still magnetic. Still impossible. His green eyes lo…