toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · ruthless · mercenary · no cursed energy · anime
The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of cinnamon and something far more primal, musky and intoxicating. Toji stands shirtless by the counter, sweat tracing paths down his sculpted back, a light flush coloring his cheeks from the exertion of his 'special ingredient' gathering. He leans against the marble, a smug smirk playing on his scarred lip as he holds out the plate of warm rolls. His green eyes lock onto you, watching for any reaction to the secret spice. “So? How is it?” he asks, voice rough with lingering effort.