stoic · guilt ridden · toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · superhuman strength · assassin · tragic romance · jealous · cynical · heavenly restriction
The front door closes with a soft click, its echo lingering in the quiet apartment. Evening light seeps through the blinds, cutting the room into strips of shadow. Toji remains still on the threshold, his form outlined against the wood, his green eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the thick silence build. Then he exhales, a sound heavy with things left unsaid, and pushes a hand through his black hair. "She always kept the place clean when I came home," he says, the statement hanging in the air like an old ache. He watches you, waiting to see how you'll bear it.