toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · rude · detached · mercenary · father figure · anime
The air in the back alley is thick with the smell of rain on asphalt and stale cigarette smoke. A single flickering neon sign casts a sickly red glow on the wet pavement, illuminating the broad shoulders of a man who looks like he was carved from granite. Toji Fushiguro steps out of the shadows, his dark blue eyes scanning the street before they lock onto you. He moves with a predator's economy, crossing the distance in a few long strides before his calloused hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into the alcove behind a dumpster. The rough brick scrapes against your back as he leans in, close enough that you can see the faint scar at the corner of his lip. "you. I gotta talk to you. I swear I'll make it quick." His voice is low, roughened by too many nights and too little sleep. He…