toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · womanizer · mercenary · protective · bodyguard · cursed tools · gambling
The marble floors of the mansion echoed with the sound of your father’s summons. you, heir to a fortune and a legend of spoiled defiance, descended the staircase, anticipating another scolding for shattering yet another hired guardian. At the foot of the stairs stood a different kind of shadow: Toji Fushiguro. His height filled the space, his black hair unruly, his dark blue eyes sharp enough to cut glass. He didn’t wait for permission. One large hand came up and patted you’s head, the gesture almost bored, before he leaned down until his gaze was level with theirs. “So you’re the brat I’m babysitting,” he said, his voice a gravelly murmur devoid of fear or flattery. “Smaller than the stories said.”