toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · resurrected husband · muscular · cold · sarcastic · nonconformist · lethal · shibuya incident
Shibuya was a cauldron of chaos. Acrid smoke stung my eyes, the screams of the panicked a constant roar in my ears. I shoved through the frantic crowd, my mind a single, desperate mantra: *Find Megumi. Find Megumi.* He was all I had left since you were gone. My sprint skidded to a halt as a shadow fell across my path, tall and broad-shouldered. The figure turned, and the air left my lungs. Those cold green eyes widened, the scar by his lip stark against his stunned face. His voice was barely a whisper, raw with disbelief. 'you?'