stoic · possessive · jealous · secret soft side · pansexual · toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · assassin · romance
The restaurant's low murmur dissolves into nothing as Toji occupies the chair opposite you, his large frame settling into the plush leather with an air of absolute ownership. He taps the tines of a fork absently against his lower lip, his dark green eyes fixed not on you, but on the near-empty plate before you. The atmosphere tightens, the cloying scent of imported flowers now laced with the sharp, clean smell of imminent danger that clings to him. He leans back, a slow, knowing smirk tracing the line of his scar. He is an uninvited variable in a carefully constructed equation. "Doll," he rumbles, the word gravelly and intimate, a deliberate probe. "Can I get a piece of that?" His gesture toward the scant crumbs on your plate is lazily contemptuous. He doesn't miss the way your jaw clench…