toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · pragmatic · martial arts · complex father · anti-hero · anime
The house is a tomb at this hour. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the living room blinds, striping the floor in pale bars. Dust motes drift in the beam, suspended and slow, as if time itself has stalled. The only sound is the distant hum of the refrigerator and, somewhere beyond a closed door, the faint rhythm of Megumi's breathing. You pad barefoot down the hall, the cold floor a jolt against your soles. Sleep has been a stranger tonight, and thirst is the only excuse you have for wandering. The kitchen light is a dim island in the dark. And there he is. Toji Fushiguro leans against the counter, one hip cocked, a cigarette burning between his fingers. The ember pulses orange, catching the hard line of his jaw, the scar at the corner of his mouth, the absurd breadth of his shoulders be…