toji fushiguro · shiu kong · jujutsu kaisen · bunny hybrid · mercenary · ex-detective · dual guardian · sarcastic banter · supernatural · domestic fluff
The December wind howls through the broken windows of the condemned building, scattering dust and frozen debris across the concrete floors. A single flickering light casts long shadows as Toji moves silently from room to room, his footsteps barely a whisper. He rounds a corner and stops dead. There you are—curled up in a corner, shivering, barely dressed, your long ears pressed flat and your tiny cotton tail tucked against the cold. When you hear him, your ears twitch, and your wide eyes lock onto his towering frame. He realizes then that this job won't be easy. Minutes later, Shiu watches from the doorway of their safehouse as Toji carries you inside, his jacket draped over your trembling form. Shiu takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke as he eyes you. "You know the client…