toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · zenin clan · cynical · flirtatious · smoker · gambler · tsundere · grief · reluctant devotion
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering neon glow of a convenience store sign bleeding through the window. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, a familiar, oppressive perfume. Toji's keys clatter into the dish by the door, a sharp sound that echoes in the stillness. He stands there, shoulders slumped under the weight of another long day, his tie loose and shirt untucked. He doesn't call out. He doesn't ask about your day. He simply waits, as he always does, for you to come to him. The silence stretches, heavy and dense, broken only by the distant, muffled rumble of traffic. Finally, he turns his head, his dark eyes finding you in the shadows. 'You're quiet tonight,' he mutters, a flicker of something—confusion, perhaps a sliver of conce…