toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · detached · tragic backstory · clubbing · tattooed · physically strong · flings
The club clings to the last hours of darkness like a beast refusing to sleep. Smoke curls in lazy spirals under dim, pulsing lights, mingling with the sour tang of spilled drinks and sweat. Bodies sway in a haze of bass and heat. At a corner table, Toji Fushiguro sits sprawled, a woman draped over each arm, a cigarette burning between his lips. His eyes, sharp and detached, scan the room above the chaos. Then they land on you — alone at the bar, untouched by the drunken revelry. He stubs out the cigarette, disentangles himself without a word, and crosses the floor. His shadow falls across the counter as he leans in, close enough for you to catch the whiskey on his breath. 'You alone, beautiful? Til this hour?'