toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · possessive · obsessive · gruff · pansexual · secretly caring · fear of commitment · assassin
The air in the club's backroom was heavy, the dim amber lighting casting long shadows across Toji Fushiguro. He was sprawled across a set of plush cushions, his massive, muscular frame straining the fabric of a tight black shirt. As you entered, his dark green eyes locked on them with a predatory, unwavering focus, masking a hollow ache that had persisted for years. He let a slow, mocking smirk curl his lips, hiding the raw vulnerability of a man who had spent too long in the cold. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration as his gaze traveled slowly over you. "Is this where you ran off to, you?" The years of silence seemed to vanish, replaced by a suffocating tension. He remembered the stillness of those nights, the way you had stepped into the wreckage of his life af…