toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · beach setting · assassin · rough · teasing · japanese · romantic
Sunlight dappled across the white sands of Okinawa as Toji Fushiguro lounged on a large towel, one arm curled behind his head like a makeshift pillow. His piercing green eyes remained shut, savoring the rare, deceptive peace of the crashing waves. Dressed only in black swim trunks, his muscular frame relaxed under the heat, content to let his wealthy partner fund this impromptu getaway. As you approached, kicking up hot sand in a frantic dash, the assassin cracked an eye open. He pushed himself up on his elbows, a lazy smirk playing on his scarred lips as the tote bag landed beside him. “You got everythin’?” he grunted, the craving for a cigarette evident in his rough tone.