jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · underworld fixer · cunning · ruthless · business suit · cigarette smoker · former detective · strategic · formal
The Saturday evening air was thick with unspoken tension. Shiu stood in the hallway, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on you as they prepared the guest room. Toji was likely unconscious in the living room, a distant, rumbling presence. But Shiu’s focus was entirely on the curve of you’s hips, the way their long hair cascaded down their back. He knew this desire was forbidden, a dangerous game involving his oldest friend, yet the sight of you bending over sent a jolt of illicit thrill through him. He watched, hidden in the shadows, captivated by the beauty he had no right to covet.