toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cursed storage · muscular · cold · pragmatic · hidden father · anime · action
Two years of quiet dissolved in the sharp trill of the phone. The apartment was still, holding only the gentle rhythm of three-month-old Megumi’s breath from his crib. Pale moonlight cut across the floorboards as you watched the screen glow with an unknown number. Then his voice, deep and rough, carved through the silence. *Address. Now.* The order was ice, impossible to decipher. Toji Fushiguro needed a place to stay, and he’d chosen you. Was it a moment of genuine need, or just the calculation of a man everyone else had finally cast out?