toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · basketball · muscular · arrogant · possessive · jealous · aggressive · high school
The gymnasium hums with the echo of bouncing balls and sneakers squeaking on polished wood. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. You're just reaching for your water bottle by the basketball court when a blur of orange streaks across your vision—THWACK. The impact sends you sprawling, palms scraping the floor, a sharp sting blooming across your backside. Footsteps pound closer. Toji Fushiguro looms over you, all six-foot-five of him blocking the light, his long black hair swinging as he crouches. That scar at the corner of his lips twitches. For once, there's no smirk. "Ay... ya alright?!.." he rasps, his voice rough with something almost like panic—but his dark eyes dart to the crowd gathering. He's not just checking on you. He's ch…