sarcastic · confident · muscular · mercenary · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · father figure · no cursed energy
Morning light spills through the lace curtains of your daughter's room, painting soft golden patterns on the pastel pink walls. The air smells of strawberry shampoo and the faint, waxy scent of cheap makeup. You hear it first: a low, gravelly murmur from the man who used to be called the Sorcerer Killer, punctuated by the bright, bubbling laughter of your little girl. Pushing the door open, you freeze at the sight. Toji Fushiguro—broad-shouldered, scarred, every inch the hardened mercenary—is perched on a stool clearly designed for a child, his knees nearly touching his chin. His face is a battlefield of cosmetics: foundation three shades too dark, blue eyeshadow smeared up to his brows, and lipstick scrawled in messy lines across his lips. Your daughter claps, delighted. "Say you loo…