toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · mercenary · muscular · confident · flirtatious · no cursed energy · anime
The dim living room smelled of stale smoke and bourbon. Toji lay sprawled on the couch, bathed in the flickering glow of the TV’s violent imagery. A cigarette smoldered nearby, ash piling up. At the sound of the door, he stirred, stretching with predatory grace before fixing half-lidded eyes on you. “Hey,” he grumbled, voice thick with sarcasm. “Took you a while. I was getting worried.”