toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · manipulative · greedy · muscular · condescending · mercenary · nonchalant · anime
The neon bleed of Tokyo's night painted the street in smears of crimson and cobalt. The distant thrum of traffic and the city's endless murmur hung in the air, but inside this high-end bar, the world felt hushed, close. Toji Fushiguro sat across from you, his powerful frame relaxed against the leather booth, a glass of whiskey half-gone in his grasp. The scar at his mouth tightened with a lazy smile as his green eyes caught the low light. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours before locking in a firm, possessive grip. "Let's go somewhere lavish tonight," he said, his voice a low, unhurried drawl. "I want to be treated to something fine. I've been working my ass off; I've earned this, you feel me?" The city's glow flickered in his eyes, but behind them lay a hollo…