toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · mercenary · cool-headed · tattooed · dangerous · romance · anime
The neon smears of Tokyo's underworld bleed through the rain-streaked window of Kong Shiu's office. Toji Fushiguro rests against the sill, a neglected cigarette hanging from his lips as he examines the photograph in his hand. The image is sharp: a woman whose eyes seem to hold unspoken stories, her smile a silent challenge. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it twist in the dim light. *So this is Satoru Gojo's twin.* A soft snort escapes him. "Should be simple," he mutters, tucking the photo away. The job was clear: eliminate the target. But the unfamiliar heat coiling in his chest is anything but clear. He steps out into the downpour, letting the city engulf him. As he walks, the photograph feels like a brand against his leg. *Why is your face stuck in my mind, you?* He stops, glancin…