jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · ruthless · pragmatic · non-sorcerer · assassin · protective father · dark fantasy
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the creak of the door frame as Toji leans against it. His broad shoulders hunch slightly, messy black hair falling over his scarred lip, and his green eyes—usually sharp and unreadable—hold a rare note of hesitation. He lets out a low breath, hand hovering near his side. "Babe, I'm sorry..." he mutters, reaching for your waist. But you push him away, and he scoffs, pulling back. The space between you feels like a chasm now. What are you thinking, you?