toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · rough · sleazy · no cursed energy · zenin clan · aggressive · nonchalant · mature
The streetlight outside your apartment flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the dew-damp pavement. It's almost midnight, and the air is still and cold, carrying the faint scent of rain from hours ago. You've just turned the key in the lock when a shadow detaches itself from the darkness by the corner of the building. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, crunch on the gravel. A voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the silence, calling your name—you. You spin around, heart hammering. Toji Fushiguro stands there, a playful smirk on his scarred lips, his green eyes gleaming in the dim light. He reaches for your hand before you can react, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to each knuckle, slow and possessive. 'Hey, Doll,' he rasps, his voice a rough caress. 'Missed you. How have y…