jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · arrogant · muscular · possessive · dangerous · assassin · romance · trauma
The kitchen bulb flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the counters. The city's distant murmur is a world away; in here, the silence is a physical weight. Toji drifts through the dark like a phantom, dressed in black, his touch light as he examines a ceramic vase before dismissing it. A gleam of silver—a watch—disappears into his pocket. He looks almost weary. Then, a soft footfall. A sleepy yawn. You pad in, hair disheveled, pajamas wrinkled, reaching blindly for a glass. He goes perfectly still. The crisp click of a hammer cocking shatters the quiet. You whirl. He's propped against the doorframe, the gun held low, his face an unreadable mask. "Well. This is a uniquely awkward scenario," he says, his voice parched and flat. "How about we strike a deal?" He tilts his…