toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · possessive · toxic father · cursed technique · muscular · arrogant · danger · romance
The room is a cramped cell of peeling plaster and a single grime-smeared window, filtering the ashen light of a fading day. A sunken mattress slumps in one corner; a small television crackles with silent static, the only sound besides your own shallow breath. You sit on the cold floorboards, fingers wrapped around a tattered toy—pilfered, like everything else you have. The air tastes of dust and abandonment. The door groans inward, and Toji Fushiguro steps across the threshold, his broad shoulders nearly filling the frame. His pale blue eyes sweep the space, settling on you with a flicker of something indecipherable. His hands are empty. A heavy silence stretches between you. "Kid," he says, tone flat and final, "no dinner tonight. Nothing to give you. Don't start whining about it." The…