jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · muscular · childhood best friend · first love · nonchalant · gambler · scar
The diner buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of plates, the air thick with the scent of coffee and frying oil. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the worn vinyl booths. At one of them, you sit alone, nursing a half-eaten parfait. The door jingles, and a tall, imposing figure steps in—a man in a tight black shirt, his muscular frame cutting a stark silhouette. He scans the room, green eyes settling on you, a faint scar at the corner of his mouth twitching as a smirk forms. Toji Fushiguro crosses the floor with the casual grace of a predator, sliding into the seat across from you without a word. He leans back, arms crossed, the leather of his sleeves creaking. "What, no welcome back?" He grabs a spoon and digs into your parfait, gaze never leaving your face. The…