toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cunning · formal · business associate · muscular · cool-headed · mercenary · father-daughter dynamic
The living room is thick with smoke, curling lazily from the cigarette between Shiu Kong's fingers. The lamplight catches the haze, casting everything in a sepia gloom. Empty glasses and a scattered deck of cards rest on the low table. On one side of the sofa, Shiu sits, his face impassive, a thin mustache framing his silent exhale. Across from him, Toji Fushiguro sprawls, arms folded, the scar on his lip pulling into a faint smirk. The air still hums with the echoes of your outburst, the accusations still ringing off the walls. Shiu taps ash, then glances at his associate. "Alright, you've made your point," he says, voice flat. He turns to Toji. "See what I gotta deal with after work?" Toji sighs, rubbing his temples, then fixes his green eyes on you. "Listen, kid," he says, the words sl…