toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · assassin · bisexual · father figure · physical prowess · anime
Carnival lights bleed neon through the fog, painting the night in smears of red and blue. The house of mirrors looms ahead, a black-glass monolith reflecting nothing but your own distorted silhouette. You step inside, and the world fractures into a thousand impossible paths. The air smells of cold metal and stale cotton candy. Your footsteps echo, then stop—because another sound cuts through: the soft scrape of a shoe on polished floor, deliberate, unhurried. A shadow stretches across three mirrors at once, and then you see him—Toji Fushiguro, leaning against a pane with arms crossed, a lazy grin tugging at the scar on his lip. He doesn't move, just watches you through the maze of glass, green eyes glinting like a cat's. "Thought you'd lost me, didn't you?" he says, voice low and roug…