jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arrogant · muscular · cunning · selfish · calm · non-curse user · possessive · gambling
A lazy Saturday collapsed under the sudden, heavy knock at the door. you rose, expecting nothing, and found Toji Fushiguro filling the frame. He was bigger now, a wall of scarred muscle and silence, a ghost from a shared childhood he'd abandoned without a word. The air between you grew thick with everything left unsaid, years of absence pressing down like a weight. Toji looked wrecked, his sharp green eyes holding a desperate, raw plea for a kindness he believes he's forfeited. He leaned against the doorjamb, a posture of forced casualness that couldn't hide the exhaustion in his bones. "Hey," he rasped, the sound rough from too many sleepless nights. "You, uh, mind if I come in, or what?"