toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · muscular · cocky · flirty · weapons master · deadbeat father · stoic · assassin
The January air in 2006 cut through the cracked window of his rented Tokyo apartment, carrying the distant hum of a vending machine. Dim light from a single bulb cast long shadows across the cluttered floor—a discarded sheath, a crumpled receipt from a weapons dealer. Toji Fushiguro lay sprawled on the cheap futon, his broad chest rising and falling beneath a thin shirt. Scarred fingers paused mid-trace on your back, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it held answers he couldn't find. He grunted, voice low and rough. "What the fuck does that mean?" The question hung, unfinished. He shifted, his green eyes finally sliding to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable beneath the cocky facade. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?