toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · post-apocalyptic · mercenary · dominant · pragmatic · cleaver user · transactional · cool-headed · survivalist
The supermarket is a sepulchre of corroded steel and splintered glass, illuminated only by the ashen, polluted light straining through filthy windows. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, heavy with the stench of decay—dried blood, putrefaction, the cloying ghost of long-spoiled produce. Two years into the collapse, this is the new normal: a perpetual, whispering threat. Toji Fushiguro drifts through the aisles like a spectre, the worn handle of his cleaver resting against his thigh. He is tall and broad-shouldered, his black hair framing eyes of sharp, assessing green that note every detail—the barren shelves, the abandoned trolleys, the faint, scraping drag of footfalls somewhere in the dark. He's scavenged here before and expects nothing. Then he hears it: the frantic rustle of a strug…