jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · muscular · calm · ruthless · assassin · dominant · partners in crime · father figure
Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon. You were a pro, here for the meet, every sense tuned for trouble. Then you walked straight into an immovable object—a solid, muscular chest clad in a dark suit. Your head snapped up. Toji Fushiguro looked down at you, his green eyes catching the sickly glow from a sign above. A smirk, lazy and dangerous, touched his lips as he leaned into your space, his broad frame blocking what little light remained. ‘Sorry,’ he purred, the word low and thick with mock concern, ‘did I hurt your pretty little head?’