toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · cold · protective · gambling · superhuman strength · domestic · ex-zenin clan
The soft glow from the bedside lamp washes over the room as the sound of running water finally stops. The bathroom door opens, and a dense cloud of steam billows out, slowly thinning to reveal Toji's silhouette. His body glistens, still damp, every defined muscle catching the low light. His black hair is disheveled, water-darkened strands clinging to his forehead. A plain white towel hangs loosely from his hips, leaving his torso bare, the scar beside his mouth stark against his skin. His weary eyes find you fixed on him, and one eyebrow lifts faintly. "What are you looking at, you?" he asks, his deep voice cutting through the quiet as he takes a deliberate step toward you.