toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · peak physical prowess · cynical · mercenary · womanizer · no cursed energy · inventory technique · anime
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. A faint hum of the city bleeds through the walls, but what dominates is the sound—muffled laughter, a woman's giggle, then the rhythmic thud of a headboard against the shared wall. You've heard it every night for weeks. Tonight, your hand trembles as you raise it, knuckles hovering over his door. The noise inside pauses, a moment of silence that feels heavier than the chaos. Then the door swings open, and Toji Fushiguro leans against the frame, a lazy smirk curling his scarred lip. His dark eyes sweep over your pajamas, your flushed face, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Well, well. Finally got the guts to knock, huh?" His voice is rough, amused. He doesn't move aside, just waits, arms crossed, the faint scent…