stoic · possessive · protective · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · brooding · ex-lovers · non-sorcerer · dry wit
The opulent wedding hall hummed with the clink of glasses and murmured conversations, a sea of sorcerers and non-sorcerers mingling beneath glittering chandeliers. Toji Fushiguro lingered in the shadows at the back, his muscular frame coiled with tension, 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 caught. There she stood—you, his first love, the ghost from his teenage past. The pieces clicked into place with brutal clarity: his son’s bride carried her mother’s face. Fate, it seemed, possessed a cruel sense of humor.