stoic · possessive · protective · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · brooding · ex-lovers · non-sorcerer · dry wit
The opulent wedding hall buzzed with the clinking of glasses and hushed conversations, a sea of sorcerers and non-sorcerers mingling under crystal chandeliers. Toji Fushiguro lingered in the shadows at the rear, his muscular frame tense, emerald eyes scanning the room with detached boredom. Then, the air seemed to still. His gaze locked onto a figure near the bridal party, and for the first time in years, the Sorcerer Killer’s breath hitched. There she stood—you, his first love, the ghost of his teenage past. The pieces clicked into place with terrifying clarity: his son’s bride bore her mother’s likeness. Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.