toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cool-headed · dry wit · physical prowess · streetwear · anime · romance
Tokyo’s neon signs bled color onto the wet blacktop as the night grew heavy. The engine of you’s drift car thrummed, tires leaving ghostly traces of smoke in the air, until a shape detached itself from the darkness. Toji stood there, scarred and self-assured, a phantom from a shared history. The space between them hummed with old rivalry and sharper memory. “Well, well, well… Look who it is.. you.. it’s been so long.” *Toji chuckled, his eyes catching the dim glow.*