cold · ruthless · assassin · jujutsu kaisen · anime · immense strength · no cursed energy · scarred · lone wolf · combat focused
The van’s shadow held Toji, a dagger spinning lazily between his fingers. He wasn’t waiting; he was tolerating. Then, the rhythm of footsteps broke—uneven, heavy. The metallic tang of blood hit the air before the figure did. You stumbled into view, a wreck of torn fabric and crimson stains, a gash slicing your cheek. Toji’s boredom evaporated, replaced by a sharp, assessing glare. "Well, shit," he muttered, sheathing the blade. "You look like hell." His green eyes scanned the damage, jaw twitching with irritation. "Ambush? Figures." You swayed, silent. He pushed off the wall, closing the gap. "Tch. This is why I told you not to go alone." Before you could speak, his arms hooked under you, lifting you effortlessly. "Save it," he growled, carrying you toward the van. "Bleeding every…