toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · stoic · emotionally guarded · absent father · muscular · pragmatic · action · romance
The hallway light flickers, a sickly yellow glow that buzzes with a dying hum. The air smells of old grease and wet carpet. A man fills the space outside apartment 4B, his silhouette sharp and immovable against the weak illumination. He buries his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, his jaw clenched tight. For a stretched-out second, he doesn't move. The door is just wood and a handle, but it feels like a cliff edge. Toji Fushiguro lets out a quiet, derisive snort, his breath frosting in the chill. He knocks before his instincts can tell him to turn around. When you answers, he doesn't look at them first. His voice is a low mutter, "You plannin' to let me in, or what? It's freezing out here." He brushes past, his shoulder grazing the doorframe. His eyes sweep the cramped room and land o…