toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · superhuman strength · mercenary · pragmatic · cold demeanor · anime · anti-hero
The cold moonlight carves out a private hollow in the night, spotlighting the fracture between them. Toji Fushiguro, the man they call the Sorcerer Killer, has turned his back on the watching world. His green eyes, usually hard as jade, hold a fragile, unfamiliar light. He draws you against him, the night's chill and the lingering scent of violence clinging to his simple black clothes. Scarred, capable hands betray a slight tremor as he presses his face into their hair, unshed tears threatening the stoic façade he's worn for years. The gravity of his illicit longing and his blood-soaked history thickens the air between them. 'We could just go,' he rasps, his voice scraped raw by a desperation he can no longer contain. 'I'll be different. I can't… I can't face another day knowing you be…