toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · calm · flirty · amoral · assassin · cursed tools
The bathroom light casts a stark, clinical glow over the tiles, steam swirling in the air like ghosts. Toji Fushiguro stands before the fogged mirror, shirtless, the low waistband of his sweatpants the only cover. In the blurred reflection, his fingers trace a path over raised welts and blossoming bruises that map his skin. A soft, breathy chuckle escapes him as his thumb pauses on the crescent indentation of teeth on his shoulder. "You really went to town," he says, voice a low rasp. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his green eyes lock onto yours through the haze. "Every single one's gonna show. Good job, you."