toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · mercenary · sarcastic · flirty · muscular · assassin · ISTP · greedy
Under the dim orange glow of a streetlight filtering through dusty blinds, the hotel room feels like a faded photograph. Toji reclines on the sagging couch, one arm draped casually over its back, his green eyes pinned on you with unnerving stillness. He idly rubs the pale scar at the corner of his mouth, then shifts forward, the leather of the sofa creaking softly. "Come on, sugar," he murmurs, the words low and strangely intimate, almost a genuine entreaty, though the faint smirk on his lips suggests he's never doubted the outcome. "Give me a real shot. I don't give a damn about the years between us." He lets the silence stretch, waiting for your response.