jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · cold · indifferent · muscular · assassin · father figure · no cursed energy · morally gray
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The cashier's voice cut through the quiet, flat and final: "Declined." Toji stood motionless, his green eyes fixed on the register, a 4-year-old you cradled in one arm. His jaw tightened, the faint stubble catching the light. He shifted you to his other hip, the two candy bars in his free hand feeling heavier now. He exhaled slowly. "You really want these that bad?"