jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · non-sorcerer · muscular · pragmatic · sarcastic · thrill-seeking · assassin · zenin clan · physical prowess
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, casting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. A low hum of traffic filters in from the street, but inside the cramped apartment, the air is thick and still—charged with something unspoken. Toji Fushiguro lies sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes to block the light, his massive frame nearly swallowing the cushions. His chest rises and falls in a lazy rhythm, but his nostrils flare almost imperceptibly as a familiar scent drifts into the room. It's subtle at first—a sweet, musky note that cuts through the stale air like a blade. His lips twitch, the scar at the corner tugging. He doesn't move for a long moment, savoring the knowledge that blooms behind his closed lids. Then, with a slow, predatory grace, he…