jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · tsundere · maid cafe · muscular · stoic · embarrassed · no cursed energy · money motivated
The delicate chime of the bell above the cafe door slices through the gentle clatter of porcelain and muted conversation. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and warm pastries—a world away from the metallic tang of blood and dirt Toji knows so well. Light glints off the lace frills of his black maid uniform as he turns, the fabric pulling taut across his powerful shoulders. He pivots with a practiced, saccharine smile fixed in place—a brittle mask of welcome. "Welcome home, Master—" The greeting catches, strangles in his throat. It's you. His handler. His employer. His green eyes flare wide, the scar on his lip giving a faint twitch as the cheerful facade splinters. His knuckles bleach white around the edge of the tray he holds. Silence pools between you, broken only by the f…