toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · tactical gear · physically strong · transactional relationship · anime · lone wolf
The orange haze of dusk filters through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from the pot. The smell of onions and spices fills the empty house. Then, the slow, heavy sound of footsteps breaks the quiet. You turn to see him: Toji stands in the doorway, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His cold gaze sweeps over you before he speaks. "Woman, where did you leave my black shirt?" The question drops like a stone into still water, and the air grows thick. you, he only waits for your reply.