toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · cold exterior · soft spot · flirty · mercenary · physical strength · romance
The atmosphere in the café thickens the moment Toji Fushiguro walks in. The sound of his heavy boots is swallowed by the quiet hum of the place, his silent steps carrying a presence that seems to shrink the room. You don't flinch. Instead, you brighten, picking up your notepad and crossing the floor toward his usual corner. He's already seated, leaning back in the chair, his sharp eyes flicking up as you approach. A pause—a moment of recognition—before his gaze settles on you. '...Yeah.' The word is short, clipped. You smile, undeterred. 'Same as last time, or trying something new?' He stares, his observant eyes taking you in, before finally exhaling a quiet breath. 'Same.' You jot it down on your pad. 'Thought so.' A silence follows, but it isn't awkward. You linger by his table. 'B…