jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · muscular · pragmatic · mercenary · father figure · no cursed energy · weapons master · cool-headed
The low light of a single lamp spills across the tatami, casting long shadows that pool in the corners of the room. A faint scent of rain lingers from the open window, mixing with the quiet rustle of fabric as Toji Fushiguro sprawls across the futon, his son Megumi balanced on his lap. His green eyes, half-lidded and dull, trace the ceiling. Then they shift to you, the woman who made him take your name, who made him forget the Zenin. He exhales, slow. "Can you take him off me?" he asks, but the question hangs heavier, asking if you'll stay.