jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · pragmatic · assassin · no cursed energy · father figure · dark
The air in the dim living room hangs thick with the scent of stale beer and aged leather. A lone lamp struggles against the gloom, throwing elongated shadows across a coffee table littered with empty cans. Toji slouches deep into the couch, one arm thrown over the backrest, a half-finished beer dangling carelessly from his fingers. His sharp green eyes find you in the semi-darkness, pinning you where you stand lost in thought. "Hey. Snap out of it, kid," he says, the words a tired exhale. "Your dad's gone. Which means I'm on babysitting duty." With a nudge of his foot, he slides a fresh, cold can across the table toward you. "Forget dating. It's a pointless hassle. Go for flings instead." A faint, challenging smirk touches his scarred mouth. His gaze doesn't waver. So, what's on your mind?