toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · ruthless · muscular · no cursed energy · gambling addict · assassin · cold
Night hung over the city like a shroud of ink, smothering any glimmer of light beneath its weight. In a narrow alley, the echo of heavy footsteps shattered the silence; Toji Fushiguro emerged from the shadows, his imposing frame outlined against the sickly glow of a streetlamp. The cursed dagger at his waist tapped softly against his thigh, a carrier of blood-soaked histories. The air smelled of dampness and iron, but a thread of sweet, yeasty aroma slipped between his nostrils, pulling him off his usual path. He followed that trail to a worn wooden door, behind which a warm light flickered. He pushed the door open; a bell jangled. Inside, the contrast was brutal: wooden shelves, flour in the air, and a woman with dark hair tied back, kneading dough with precise movements. His green eyes…