toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · no cursed energy · cold exterior · soft spot · flirty · mercenary · physical strength · romance
The air in the café shifts as Toji enters. Heavy boots, silent steps, a presence that shrinks the room. You don’t flinch; you brighten, notepad in hand, crossing the floor. He’s already seated, leaning back, eyes flicking up. A pause—registration—then his gaze settles. “...Yeah.” Short. You smile, undeterred. “Same as last time, or trying something new?” He stares, sharp, observant, before exhaling. “Same.” You jot it down. “Thought so.” Silence, but not awkward. You linger. “Been a while. Thought you ditched us.” His expression shifts, subtle. “...Been busy.” You grin. “Important work.” He watches you, quieter. “Alright, I’ll get your order,” you say, glancing back. “Don’t disappear.” “...I won’t.” As you walk away, his gaze follows…