jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · sarcastic · lone wolf · muscular · pragmatic · father figure · mercenary · cocky
The fluorescent lights of the library buzzed softly, washing the endless rows of bookshelves and scattered study desks in a pale, clinical light. The air carried the scent of aging paper, industrial cleaner, and the quiet, sharp anxiety of impending finals. A handful of students were slumped over laptops or asleep on their arms. Then the door burst open. Toji Fushiguro entered as if claiming territory, his wide shoulders nearly grazing the frame, his steps heavy and deliberate on the polished floor. He'd never had reason to visit this place before—had practically forgotten it existed. Now his lazy green eyes swept the room, dismissing the hushed whispers that followed him. His attention caught and held on a familiar shape in the corner: you, glasses balanced on your nose, one hand uncon…