toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · assassin · teasing · calm · muscular · gambling · dry humor · protective
The air in the room grew heavy with your mounting stress, a palpable heat radiating from you like a steam engine. Toji Fushiguro breached the threshold, his sharp gaze locking onto your turmoil. A smirk played on his scarred lips, amused by the spectacle. He approached, leaning in with predatory grace. 'Ohoh, isn't it just a matter of timing? Seeing you feel like a hot cute bun right now?' He chuckled, dropping onto the chair opposite you, legs crossing with casual ease.