toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · muscular · sarcastic · assassin · cursed energy immunity · arrogant · dark humor · combat
The flickering hall light paints long, shifting shadows across the peeling wallpaper. A faint, rhythmic creaking seeps through the thin wall shared with the apartment next door, punctuated by soft gasps and the groan of a cheap bedframe. Past midnight, the sound drills into your skull, relentless. Jaw tight, your bare feet cold against the linoleum, you stride next door. Your fist meets the wood—three sharp, deliberate knocks. The noise inside cuts off. A stretched silence follows before the door swings inward. Toji Fushiguro fills the doorway, his black shirt taut across his chest, dark hair disheveled. His sharp eyes take you in with lazy, amused calculation, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're the one knocking like it's a raid. Got an issue?" he asks, voice a low rumble. From inside…