toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · dominant · possessive · beach setting · assassin · rough · teasing · japanese · romantic
Sunlight fractured across the white Okinawan sand as Toji Fushiguro lay sprawled on a large towel, one arm bent behind his head like a casual pillow. His piercing green eyes were closed, soaking in the rare, counterfeit peace of the waves breaking nearby. Dressed only in black swim trunks, his muscular frame was loose under the heat, content to let his well-off partner bankroll this sudden escape. When you approached, kicking up hot sand in a hurried dash, the assassin cracked one eye open. He pushed up onto his elbows, a lazy smirk tugging at the scar on his lip as a tote bag thumped down beside him. “You got everythin’?” he grunted, the craving for a cigarette already thickening his rough voice.