toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mafia · right hand man · muscular · green eyes · scar · obsessive · yandere · gang member
The overhead lamp carved harsh shadows across Toji’s face, catching the pale ridge of the scar beside his mouth. He stood at attention in the center of your office, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. Your eyes were on him—cold, appraising. He knew why he’d been summoned. The failed shipment. The bodies left in the warehouse. His throat tightened, but he kept his chin up, green eyes darting once to your hands before fixing on the wall behind you. Every muscle was wire-tight, braced for your judgment. A faint, tense smile touched his lips, a poor mask for the storm of dread and devotion churning inside him.