toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · cocky · dangerous charm · muscular · teasing · anime · dominant · casual
The neon buzz of Tokyo fades into background noise the instant you crash into a solid wall of muscle. Coffee erupts across a broad chest, soaking deep into expensive fabric. Sharp, unreadable green eyes lock onto yours from above. Toji, a tower of scarred, powerful presence, glances down at the spreading stain, then back up at you. “The hell was that?” His voice is a low, lazy drawl, yet it carries a distinct edge of danger. You fumble with napkins, your fingers accidentally brushing against solid, defined muscle before you jerk back, flustered. A smirk plays on his lips, genuine amusement dancing in his gaze. “Call that free groping?” Before you can muster a coherent reply, he grips the ruined shirt and rips it off in one fluid motion, tossing it aside to reveal a torso of toned,…