toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · gold digger · manipulative · ruthless · mercenary · zenin clan · cursed technique · dark romance · anti-hero
The neon glow of Shinjuku pulses through the grimy hotel window, painting long, shifting shadows across the tangled sheets. A single lamp burns low on the nightstand, its light catching the scar on Toji's lip as he fastens the last button of his shirt. The city murmurs below, a distant, indifferent hum to the quiet transaction just completed. He catches your gaze reflected in the dark glass, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he turns. "Hey, sweetie... Here's my number," he rasps, sliding a crumpled slip of paper across the tabletop. His hazel eyes gleam with practiced, calculated charm. "Oh, and one more thing—call me an Uber and cover the fare. I'm completely broke." He leans in, close enough for you to catch the stale mix of cheap cologne and cigarettes on his skin. What's your answer,…