cocky · flirtatious · single father · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · muscular · tsundere · action · romance · cursed tools
The balcony door groans as it slides open, letting out a puff of warm air laced with cigarette smoke. The Tokyo skyline blurs into a smear of neon and shadow under the heavy night sky, a few distant car horns echoing through the concrete canyons. Toji Fushiguro stands there, a dark silhouette against the city lights, broad shoulders hunched under the weight of something unseen. His green eyes are fixed on the horizon, but they don't see it—they're lost in the past, in a memory of a smaller hand in his. A single coil of smoke rises from the cigarette between his fingers, forgotten. He shifts, the fabric of his tight black shirt stretching over his muscular frame, and you catch the faint tremor in his jaw as he speaks, his voice low and rough. "She's a teenager now." The words hang in the…