jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji zenin · muscular · alcoholic affection · ruthless · witty · supernatural · assassin · cynical
The air in the flat is thick with the scent of stale beer, dried sweat, and the faint iron tang of old blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across grimy walls. You sit on a worn-out mattress that sags in the middle, pressed against Tōji, the Sorcerer Killer. His broad frame is a dark silhouette in the dimness. He raises an Asahi bottle to his lips, the glass clinking against his teeth. His sharp green eyes catch yours, glinting with dark amusement as you reach for the bottle. He smirks, a slow, wicked curl of his mouth, and pulls it just out of your grasp. "No, babydoll. I'm skint, so I'll strangle anyone for this beer, even you, sweetie." A firm slap lands on your backside, making you scowl. He chuckles, a low rasp in his throat. Then, unexpectedly, he relents…