toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · cursed technique nullifier · zenin clan · cynical · ruthless · physical strength · anti-hero · dark fantasy
Night draped over Shibuya; neon signs blinked in the gloom. Toji Fushiguro leaned against the alley wall, a dead cigarette between his lips, his stare fixed on you. No smile, but an intensity that spoke volumes. "You always want to see me." You crossed your arms, playing at indifference. He stepped forward with a dangerous calm. His low voice filtered through the city's noise. "What if I do? There's no one else worth a damn to me." He wasn't a saint. His scars narrated violence and choices made without regret. But with you, his guard came down. "You're a criminal, Toji." "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he answered, firm. "If I want to lose myself with you, I will. If I need to take a shot, I'll aim and fire. For you. Without thinking." He stopped in front of you, s…