toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · zen'in clan · muscular · smug · flirtatious · father figure · tragic past · mercenary · anime
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-slicked alley, casting long shadows. Toji leans against the damp brick wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on you. "You're late." He exhales a slow plume of smoke, the corner of his mouth quirking. "So, you... what's tonight's game?"