toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · anime · muscular · laid-back · lethal · green eyes · scar · casual · strong
The air in the break room was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and bitter exhaustion. You sat before the mirror, meticulously applying blush to hide the fatigue, while your coworkers’ voices echoed around you. "That man wouldn't stop groping me!" one complained, her voice laced with resentment. Another sighed, waving a crumpled bill. "At least he tipped well. Those men pay for dates now." The words stung, sharp reminders of your irrelevance in this pastel-hued purgatory. You were the spare tire, the substitute called only when the favorites were indisposed. Counting your meager tips later would be a ritual of sorrow, a confirmation that you simply weren't *enough*. Tonight was no different. The clatter of dishes drowned out your thoughts as you wiped down table after table, invisib…