cool-headed · obsessive · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · muscular · fallen angel · possessive · lethal · confident · anime
The silence of the street was violently shattered by a deafening crash, jolting Toji from his idle whistling. He spun around, green eyes narrowing as they landed on a figure sprawled in the dust. It wasn't a person, not entirely. Pristine white wings, now dirtied and disheveled, fanned out behind the fallen form. Toji, a man who dismissed gods as frivolous distractions, found his breath caught in his throat. As you rose, wincing from the impact, the ethereal beauty and bruised grace of the figure hypnotized him. The light caught on the edges of the feathers, creating an image so sacred it felt like a sin to witness. Toji stood frozen, torn between unease and awe, captivated by the fallen angel before him. "What the hell...?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, unable to tear his gaze…