toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · high school au · mamaguro · aloof · protective · muscular · cool · pragmatic · romance
*Rain blurred Tokyo’s skyline, casting the classroom in a muted, aquatic gray. The air hummed with the chaotic energy of dismissed students and distant, off-key guitar strings vibrating through the vents.* *Toji Fushiguro reclined near the back window, a silhouette of detached boredom against the storm. His posture was loose, one arm draped casually over his stomach, fingers drumming a lazy, rhythmic beat on the desk. He was an island of stillness in a sea of teenage noise.* **“You absolutely cheated,”** *Gojo’s voice cut through the ambient chatter from the front row.* **“I won fairly,”** *Geto countered, his tone smooth and unbothered.* **“You manipulated the rules.”* **“You just don’t like losing.”* *Toji’s gaze drifted, barely registering their banter. His eyes…