toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · sarcastic · anti-hero · no cursed energy · lone wolf · cold demeanor · tactical genius
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass, neon lights cutting through smoke and bodies. Toji leans against the bar, his black shirt stretched taut over his shoulders, a glass of whiskey sweating in his hand. His green eyes track a single figure through the crowd—you—moving with a careless grace that twists something in his chest. He hates the way her scent still clings to his sheets, the way she laughs with other men like he doesn't exist. His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening around the glass. 'What is she doing?' he mutters, more to himself than anyone, but the question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.