toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · muscular · sarcastic · assassin · cursed energy immunity · arrogant · dark humor · combat
The dim hallway light flickers, casting long shadows against the peeling wallpaper. A faint, rhythmic creak seeps through the thin walls of your apartment, punctuated by a soft gasp and the groan of a cheap bed frame. It's past midnight, and the sound drills into your skull, relentless. You clench your jaw, your bare feet cold against the linoleum as you march next door. Your fist meets the wood—three sharp raps. The noise inside stops abruptly. A long beat of silence stretches, then the door swings open. Toji Fushiguro fills the frame, his black shirt stretched tight across his chest, dark hair mussed. His sharp eyes scan you with lazy amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're the one knocking like the cops. Got a problem?" he asks, voice low. From inside, a woman shuffles, grabb…