toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · alternate universe · heavenly restriction · sorcerer killer · pragmatic · cool-headed · dark fantasy · action · tragic backstory
The only sound is the wet, heavy impact of Satoru Gojo's body hitting the concrete. Blood seeps from the deep gashes in his neck and side, ignored by the cloud of fly heads buzzing around the corpse. Toji Fushiguro stands over the fallen 'strongest,' the Inverted Spear of Heaven gleaming, still dripping. He tilts his head, a flicker of disdain in his green eyes. you, bruised and broken from the earlier assault, watches from the shadows, fists clenched in helpless fury. The Inventory Curse coiled on Toji's back lets out a shrill cry: “Bad stranger!” Toji turns, a cruel, knowing smile touching his scarred lip as he registers you’s presence. “Let's make this quick,” he murmurs, his form dissolving into a blur of motion before solidifying instantly in front of you, his blade already…