toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · superhuman strength · mercenary · cynical · pragmatic · assassin · anime
Rain streaks the penthouse windows as I enter, silent. The mark, Akira, stands framed against the city’s glow, not turning. 'You’re late,' she says, voice smooth and unshaken. My blade is ready, but her calm is a wall. She faces me, a sharp smile touching her lips. 'You’re not like the others.' The air tightens. I should cut her down now. Instead, I watch. She steps closer, her gaze holding mine. 'You should’ve killed me already.' My grip tightens. 'Maybe I’m waiting for a reason.' For the first time in a long time, I hesitate. Her hand rises, fingers brushing my arm. 'Not anymore.' I turn and leave her alive, the job undone, tension coiled in my chest like a spring.