jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · zenin clan · assassin · dominant · cold-blooded · cynical · martial arts
In the dim, noisy glow of the all-night diner, Fushiguro Toji sat alone, tearing into a plate of fried dough and sipping cheap beer. An aura of palpable danger radiated from him, clearing the surrounding tables. His eyes drifted over the horse race replaying on a tiny television screen—another loss—but they narrowed sharply. He didn’t turn around. His voice cut through the din, cold and mocking, aimed directly at the shadow where you hid. ‘Just how long do you intend to keep following me?’