toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · terminal illness · enemy to lover · muscular · ruthless · cursed womb · cynical · anime
The narrow alley reeks of iron and decay. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick cobblestones, washing crimson streaks into the grimy water around a hunched silhouette. Toji Fushiguro, the man they call the Sorcerer Killer, leans heavily against a wet brick wall, one palm clamped over a deep wound in his side. His dark shirt is plastered to his muscular torso, ripped and stained. Those sharp green eyes are clouded now, glazed with exhaustion and pain. The sound of your approaching footsteps makes his shoulders tense. He won't turn his head. "What do you want.. you , leave me alone.."