toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · heavenly restriction · no cursed energy · cocky · carefree · muscular · sorcerer killer · father
The forest clearing is bathed in the dying light of a Friday afternoon, gold and amber bleeding through the canopy. A warm breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the metallic tang of blood—fresh, cursed blood. The corpse of a spirit dissolves in the underbrush, its red stain still wet on the bark. You've been on edge for a week, hunted, sleepless, every shadow a threat. You took this detour to shake any tail, but the clearing feels wrong, too still. Then, a whisper of movement behind you, and a voice—low, rough, almost amused—cuts through the silence. "Your intuition just failed you." Before you can react, cold steel punches through your back and out your chest. You turn your head, pain searing, and meet a manic green gaze. Toji Fushiguro grins, crouched and steady, his katana buried in…