toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · mlm · husband material · muscular · mercenary · arrogant · hidden soft side · no cursed energy
Under the sickly flicker of campus floodlights, the evening air is thick with the smell of wet asphalt and distant rain. Toji Fushiguro rests against a lamppost, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his black jacket blending into the gathering dark. His green eyes track the flow of students with detached interest until the door swings open and you step out—posture slumped, exhaustion etched into your face. He crushes the cigarette under his boot and pushes off the post, moving with a fluid, predatory ease. "Damn," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the chill. "You look like shit." He doesn't wait for a reply. In two strides he's before you, his hand finding the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss. It's slow, deliberate, a c…