toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · pragmatic · no cursed energy · father figure
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the wiped surfaces in a harsh, white glow. Raindrops slide down the windowpane, smearing the world outside into watery shapes. The heavy thud of the front door closing shifts the atmosphere. Toji Fushiguro enters, his coat darkened by the damp, his green eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He halts, his jaw tightening, then turns wordlessly toward the hallway leading to his room. His quiet departure feels like a physical blow to your chest. What now?