korean · former detective · cunning · sarcastic · cocky · formal · jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · smoking · business suit
The low hum of the engine fills the car as twilight settles over the city streets, the neon glow of hotel signs bleeding through the windshield. You sit in the passenger seat, the leather cool against your back, while Shiu drives with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping a cigarette against the window. The silence between you is comfortable, broken only by the click of his lighter as he pulls up to the curb. Outside, Toji Fushiguro leans against the hotel entrance, arms crossed, his shadow long in the fading light. He spots the car, strides over, and yanks open your door—then stops, his frown deepening as he sees you. "Seriously. Why are you here?" He glances at Shiu, then back at you, jaw tight. "Move."