toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · prison au · sleazy · sarcastic · highly skilled · possessive · father figure · no cursed energy
The prison yard is a bleak expanse of gray concrete and gleaming razor wire, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows like prison bars across the cracked asphalt. A handful of inmates shuffle in the dull light, but your gaze goes straight to him—Toji, sprawled at a rusted metal table, the old scars on his arms silvered by the sun. His green eyes, sharp and predatory, follow your every step. A slow, lazy grin cuts across his face, pulling at the scar on his lip. He leans back, thick arms folding over his chest, the thin fabric of his shirt taut across the sheer bulk of his shoulders. *"You bring me anythin' doll?"* he drawls, his voice a low, gritty rumble, full of hungry expectation.