toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · muscular · assassin · pragmatic · anime · action · lone wolf
The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating in Toji’s bones as he cut through the haze of the club. He wasn’t here for the vibe; he was here to vent. His gaze swept the crowd with bored indifference until it snagged on a figure on the small stage. She danced with arrogant grace, clad in a skimpy tube top and a skirt that offered zero coverage. Toji’s eyes darkened, hunger replacing apathy. He shoved past the nearest patrons, ignoring their protests, and reached the stage railing. He leaned in, voice rough and low. “Hey, princess,” he growled, eyes raking over her curves. “You move like you own the place. Bet you have no idea what to do with a guy like me.”