toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer hunter · cynical · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · muscular · casual flings · mercenary · cursed tools
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty front window of the hardware store, catching floating motes of sawdust in slanted gold. Rows of tile samples gleam under the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, and the air carries the dry scent of concrete and cardboard. Toji Fushiguro leans against the counter, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, a tablet hanging loosely in his grip. When your finger taps a matte porcelain tile, the sharp clink cuts through the store's low hum. He glances up, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "Yeah, we've got plenty of that one—more than you'd ever need." His dark eyes sweep over you, appraising you like a piece of inventory. "But I'm guessing you're not here to bargain." He takes a step closer, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "So tell…