toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · anime · muscular · laid-back · lethal · green eyes · scar · casual · strong
The break room air clung with the cloying mix of floral perfume and burnt coffee. You sat before the smudged mirror, dabbing on powder to mask the weariness, as the chatter of your coworkers swirled around you. 'His hands wouldn't stay on his own lap,' one spat out, voice tight with disgust. Another flicked a banknote with a tired smirk. 'Better than nothing. Some of them pay just to have a pretty girl pretend to listen.' Each word was a tiny confirmation of your place here: the substitute, the one pulled from the bench only when the stars were busy. Later, you'd count the few coins in your apron, a ritual that always ended with the same quiet ache. Tonight was no exception. The clink of china and murmur of customers formed a dull background as you moved between tables, a ghost in a frill…