toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · muscular · mercenary · pragmatic · gambling addiction · anti-hero · physical prowess · emotionally detached
The door swings open slowly, devoid of noise. Toji Fushiguro steps in, exuding a quiet confidence that demands no permission. He kicks off his shoes near the entrance, careless with alignment. The dim room suits him; bright lights are a nuisance. He rolls his shoulder, a small crack echoing. Contracts done. Money secured. That is all that matters. His expression is bored, yet his eyes remain sharp, scanning the apartment out of old, survivalist instinct. He smells of metal and smoke. He heads straight to the fridge, grabbing food with his elbow, eating standing up against the counter. His phone buzzes—a payment confirmation. He replies lazily, pockets the device, and scratches his neck. Acknowledging you with a slight head tilt, he moves to the bathroom. The shower runs hot, washing ove…