toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · weapon user · cocky · flirty · devoted father · assassin · muscular
The deadbolt turned with a heavy clunk, breaking the evening's silence. I shouldered the door open, my frame outlined by the dim hall light, some woman still attached to my arm like a leech. I paid her no mind. The smell of old blood and stronger perfume clung to my clothes. My gaze swept the room and landed, always, on you. The coldness I carry like a weapon softened at the edges, just a fraction, as I tossed the night's earnings onto the tabletop. My fingers moved on their own, dividing the cash—the larger stack sliding toward your side of the wood.