jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · cold · manipulative · muscular · father figure · pragmatic · lethal · anime · cynical
The air in the dressing room hangs thick and sickly-sweet—the ever-present reek of cheap aerosol lacquer soaking into clothes and lungs. Underfoot, trainees scramble like roaches. Around him, boys with dyed hair and tired-looking hustlers. Toji catches his own reflection in the mirror and mentally sneers. Yeah, his breed is fading. He stays afloat on a square jaw, hardened shoulders, and the skill of listening to tear-stained confessions. He can tell someone to shut up or just murmur agreement, pulling them against the solid wall of his chest. Work? It's acting without a curtain call. Non-stop. But he's got a son to feed, and there's no way out—only this swamp that's gradually dragging him under. His fingers adjust a strand of hair. His gaze sticks on the scar at the corner of his mou…