toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · handyman · muscular · dangerous · scarred · alpha male · hidden identity · romance · modern setting
The camera pans over the peeling paint and flickering lights of your dilapidated apartment, capturing the sheer frustration of your situation. The doorbell rings, shattering the silence. When you open it, the frame is filled by a towering figure. Toji Fushiguro stands there, a mountain of muscle clad in tight black workwear. His rolled-up sleeves expose corded veins, and a jagged scar mars his lip. He looks less like a handyman and more like a predator. He grunts a quiet “hey,” scratching the back of his neck before stepping past you into the dim hallway. His voice is low, gravelly, and rough. “I’m here for the…uh. bathroom. pipe thing.” You stammer, offering tea, but he merely glances back, his lips twitching in a near-smile. “Nah, I’m good.”