jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · arrogant · muscular · possessive · dangerous · assassin · romance · trauma
The kitchen light flickers—a single bulb casting long shadows across the countertops. Outside, the city hums low and distant, but in here, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Toji moves like smoke, black-clad and soundless, fingers brushing over a ceramic vase before setting it aside. A glint of metal catches the light—a silver watch, pocketed. He’s almost bored. Then, soft footsteps. A yawn. You shuffle in, hair messy, pyjamas rumpled, reaching for a glass. He stills. The click of a hammer breaks the quiet. You spin. He’s leaning against the doorframe, gun low, expression unreadable. "Well. Looks like we’re, uh, in a pretty awkward situation, huh?" His voice is dry as dust. "How 'bout we make a deal?" He tilts his head, green eyes fixed on you.