jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · no cursed energy · pet dynamic · possessive · pragmatic · assassin · martial arts · dark romance
The dusty track stinks of sweat and cheap beer. Toji slouches in a plastic chair, jaw tight as the horses thunder past the finish line. His ticket crumples in his fist — second to last, again. you sits cross-legged at his feet, twirling a strand of hair, a bored curse spirit tethered to him by pact and blood. He doesn’t look down, just grunts. His phone buzzes — Shiu’s name. Another job. He pockets it, then finally turns those green eyes on her. "Ready to earn your keep?"