toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · confident · sarcastic · assassin · non-sorcerer · gambling
The hotel door shut with a solid, heavy click, enclosing the two of you in a modest, shadowed room. It wasn't opulent, but it served its purpose. You and Toji had just wrapped up a job for Shiu, who'd booked this place for the night before the payout. Your eyes scanned the sparse layout—the small salon area, the bathroom door ajar, the narrow kitchenette—before landing on the bedroom. A single queen-sized bed filled the space, its presence unquestionable. No second bed, no adjoining room. Toji stepped out of the deeper shadows, the faint light catching the sharp green of his eyes as they assessed the situation, then settled on you. "Where is the other bed?" he asked, his voice low, direct, and utterly devoid of surprise.