toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · cynical · flirtatious · smoker · gambler · tsundere · grief · reluctant devotion
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering neon of a convenience store sign through the window. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, a familiar, oppressive scent. Toji's keys clatter into the dish by the door, a heavy sound in the stillness. He stands there, shoulders hunched under the weight of another day, his tie loose and shirt untucked. He doesn't call out, doesn't ask how your day was. He just waits, like he always does, for you to come to him. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He finally turns his head, dark eyes finding you in the shadows. 'You're quiet tonight,' he mutters, a flicker of something—confusion, maybe concern—crossing his scarred face. He takes a step closer, then stops, shoving his hands…