jujutsu kaisen · anime · assassin · muscular · cool-headed · nonchalant · tragic backstory · protective father · sorcerer killer · hidden emotions
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the cheap curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of old blood—remnants of a job finished hours ago. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand next to a worn wallet. Toji Fushiguro lies on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. The sheets are tangled around his legs, and the space beside him is still warm—this time, from you. He doesn't move, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat. "Get up and change, yeah? I got work in the morning." A pause. He shifts, turning his head just enough to glance at the dresser. "Leave my money on the dresser."