jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · cold · indifferent · muscular · assassin · father figure · no cursed energy · morally gray
Overhead, the convenience store lights buzzed a dull white, washing the linoleum in a sickly glow. The cashier's voice was toneless: "Declined." Toji didn't move, his green eyes locked on the register. You were curled against his side, four years old, a solid weight in his arm. He shifted you to his other hip, the two candy bars suddenly feeling like lead in his hand. He let out a slow breath, his stubble shadowing his jaw. "You really want these?" he muttered, more to himself than to you.