jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · intimidating · calm · gambling · father figure · muscular · no cursed energy · protective · dry humor
*Outside, autumn leaves swirled in the dimming light; inside, the café clock ticked toward closing. you had collapsed onto the counter, spent after a double shift and a stack of unfinished notes. The bell above the door chimed, soft and clear. Toji Fushiguro filled the doorway, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette against the evening. In his arms, Megumi sniffled quietly, cheeks still wet with tears. Toji’s green eyes found you, and a faint, almost apologetic smirk touched the scar on his lip as he stepped forward, his movement as calm and deliberate as ever.*