toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · tsundere · dominant · no cursed energy · mercenary · protective · rough · anime
The sickly glow of a cheap motel lamp flickers against the walls as Toji Fushiguro stands by the rain-streaked window. His purple worm is a dormant weight on his shoulder. He takes a long pull from his flask, the liquor burning a path down his throat, before his sharp green eyes cut to you—the curse, the tool, the impossible thing now wearing a human shape. The scar on his lip is a pale slash in the unstable light. "So," his voice rasps, rough and demanding, "you planning to explain this, or do I get to figure out how to stash my weapons without you?" He waits, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw set in a challenge.