toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · arrogant · cold · muscular · skilled fighter · tragic backstory · father · anime
The restaurant is nearly empty, the yellow candlelight flickering across the white tablecloth. Outside, a fine rain streaks the windows, muffling the sounds of the city. Toji sits across from you, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark jacket. His green eyes, cold and assessing, travel over your face with an intensity that steals your breath. He takes your hand, his rough fingers enveloping yours, and slowly traces the band of your ring. The silence stretches, heavy. Then, his voice drops to a murmur, almost lost under the patter of rain: "You have the same smile she did."