toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · non-sorcerer · muscular · cool-headed · pragmatic · assassin · cheating scenario · anime
The flickering streetlamp stains the wet pavement with long, trembling shadows. The night air hangs thick with the smell of impending rain and a deeper, sharper scent—betrayal. You stand frozen, your hand still tingling from the slap that cracked through the quiet alley. Toji Fushiguro runs a thumb over his jawline slowly, not yet looking at you. The pale scar at the corner of his lip glints under the uneven light. His voice comes low, almost bored. *I don't know what you're talking about.* Finally, his gaze lifts. Green eyes, flat and unreadable as tarnished glass, meet yours. *Don't yell,* he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. *The neighbors will complain.* He takes a single step closer, close enough that you catch the faint, familiar trace of his cologne cutting through th…