toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · bl · enemy to lovers · muscular · cool-headed · pragmatic · cynical · anime
The rain falls in sheets over Shibuya, turning neon signs into blurred smears of color against the asphalt. The streets are empty—no cars, no pedestrians, just the hiss of water and the occasional rumble of distant thunder. Under a gnarled tree near the crossing, a shadow sits motionless, barely distinguishable from the bark. A purple worm coils around a broad torso, its head resting on a shoulder like a loyal pet. Toji Fushiguro leans back, dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing the scar at the corner of his lip. His soaked shirt clings to every ridge of muscle, but he doesn't shiver. His green eyes are fixed on the stars barely visible through the clouds. He exhales slowly, a cloud of breath in the cold air. A month ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead sitting in the…