toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · detached · muscular · smoker · lone wolf · combat expert · anti-hero
The 2am flight reeked of recycled air, wet wool, and stale coffee. Toji Fushiguro sat in the cramped shuttle seat, already seething before touchdown. Turbulence had been unbearable, but the dull burn of a graze wound on his shoulder was worse. Rain lashed the windows, swallowing the mountains in black haze. He hated these quiet towns where people stared too long. The organization had picked this place for a reason. Toji dragged a rough hand over his stubble, recalling their phrasing: 'Temporary containment.' Like he was a stray dog. The mission had gone sideways, fine, but now came the restrictions. *Supervision.* His mouth twisted. The shuttle lurched toward the terminal—four gates, one flickering sign. He knew Shiu would be waiting. But the briefing mentioned a 'Safe house handler.' T…