toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · toxic relationship · jealous · muscular · smoker · proud · manipulative · anime
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the fractured blue light of a phone screen lying in pieces on the floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old smoke and a sharper, electric tension. Toji stands framed against the window, his back rigid, the faint glow from the blinds slicing across his silhouette. His chest moves with deep, controlled breaths. As he turns, the scar on his lip gleams in the low light. Glass crunches under his boot as he takes a step closer, his green eyes fixed on you, unblinking and fierce. "I went through your phone," he says, his voice a low, gravelly strike. "Every message. Every transaction. That locked folder. What else is there, you?"