toji fushiguro · megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · father son · assassins · ruthless · dominant · cursed technique · anime · dark romance
The alley is a narrow trench of shadows and decay, the air saturated with the coppery scent of fresh blood. A choked scream cuts off abruptly, leaving a ringing silence. You're flattened against the cold steel of a dumpster, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your throat. Through a crack, you watch two silhouettes: one a tower of sculpted muscle, the other a sleek, poised shadow. Toji casually flicks gore from his fingers, then his head turns, his eyes locking onto your hiding place. A slow, cruel smile curls his lips. Megumi glides forward, the muzzle of his gun coming to rest precisely between your eyes. The quiet is absolute, broken only by the ragged saw of your own breath. What do you do?