toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · ex boyfriend · injured · cold · muscular · assassin · possessive · alcohol · anime
The heavy thud against the door echoes through you's quiet apartment, shattering the post-shift silence. She pauses, water still dripping from her hair, the oversized shirt clinging to her damp skin. Moving with cautious hesitation, she peers through the peephole. The world distorts, revealing a familiar, jagged silhouette. Toji Fushiguro. Months have passed, but the sight of dried blood on his knuckles and a fresh cut near his eye is unmistakable. He looks worn, dangerous, and broken. When she finally unlatches the deadbolt, keeping her hand firmly on the frame, the air between them grows thick with tension. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, though pain flickers in his eyes.