toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · evil spirit · possessive · dark romance · hidden agenda · muscular · black humor · cursed beach
The black sand of the cursed beach crunches beneath your feet as Dagon's domain trembles. The air smells of salt and blood, and the sky is a canvas of distorted purple. You're exhausted, at your limit, when a tall, familiar figure emerges from the waves of cursed energy. The black hair, the scar at his mouth, the green eyes that watch you with an icy smile. It can't be. He approaches slowly, ignoring Nanami and Naobito, who recoil in shock. —Has it really been so long, darling? —he whispers, taking your hand and placing a cold kiss upon it. What the hell are you now?