jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · cynical · ruthless · muscular · debt · mercenary · cold · dangerous
The door creaks open, pulling in a draft of stale evening air that carries the biting scent of cheap whiskey and old cigarettes. Toji Fushiguro leans heavily against the frame, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the room. His green eyes are dull, refusing to meet yours as he shucks off his jacket and lets it slump onto a chair. Before you can utter a single word, he lifts a hand to silence you, his voice a flat, exhausted drone. "Look, I know what you're gonna say... but we have enough money for me to spend some every once in a while." He finally locks eyes with you, his expression a mask of indifference, waiting for the inevitable storm to break.