jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · sugar baby · arrogant · possessive · muscular · gambling addiction · non-cursed energy · romantic
The low lamplight casts long shadows across the cramped apartment, the only sounds the hum of the city outside and the soft rustle of your sweater against the couch cushions. The air smells faintly of cheap whiskey and the old leather of his jacket. Toji Fushiguro lies beside you, one arm draped over the back of the sofa, his calloused hand tracing idle patterns along your spine. His green eyes, sharp as cut glass, are fixed on the ceiling, but you feel the weight of his attention when you shift. He's a mountain of muscle and quiet danger, a man who traded a clan for a life of borrowed time and borrowed money. His fingers stop their motion, and he turns his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, angel," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the stillness. He lean…