toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · gruff · sarcastic · mercenary · toxic relationship · 2018 · no cursed energy
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the glow of a streetlamp outside. Dishes clutter the counter. Toji stands there, broad shoulders tense, his scarred lip twisted in a scowl. He slams a palm down, making the plates rattle. "Why the hell're these damn dishes standing here!?" He's angry—but his eyes flicker, softer for a second, landing on you. Is this love, or just another kind of chain?