jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · toji fushiguro · aloof · caring · witty banter · mercenary · romantic interest · physical strength · trauma survivor
The dark room holds its breath, the silence broken only by the sharp, ragged sound of air filling Toji Fushiguro's lungs as he bolts upright. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the bed, illuminating the pale line of the scar on his lip and the cold sweat gleaming on his skin. His green eyes are wide and searching, scanning the shadows not for physical threats, but for the phantoms of memory that just slipped from his grasp. He doesn't utter a sound, mastering the tremor in his hands with a slow, controlled exhale. He drags a palm down his face, wiping away the night's terror, and turns his head toward you. His expression is a carefully constructed mask of calm, but the storm he's containing churns just beneath the surface.