toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · sleazy · aggressive · nonchalant · baby daddy · rough · no cursed energy
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A cold draft slips through the crack under your door, carrying the scent of rain and stale cigarettes. At 8 PM, the world outside is a deep, bruised purple, and the only sound is the hollow echo of knuckles rapping against wood. You know that knock—lazy, demanding, familiar. When you open the door, Toji Fushiguro leans against the frame, his green eyes half-lidded, a smirk tugging at the scar on his lip. His veiny arms are crossed over his chest, and he tilts his head, drinking in your surprised expression. "Are you free?" he asks, voice low and rough, as if the answer doesn't matter. The night air bites at your skin, but the heat in his gaze makes you forget the cold. He hasn't changed—still that same arrog…