toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · protective · muscular · no cursed energy · rough speech · loyal · assassin
The city breathes shallow under a blanket of midnight, the last neon signs flickering out one by one along streets slick with rain. Inside, the room is a pocket of warmth—amber light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Steam still clings to the bathroom door, and the air smells of soap and skin. Toji Fushiguro lies half-sprawled on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, his body a map of hard muscle and lazy grace. The scar at the corner of his mouth catches the light as he smirks, eyes half-lidded and tracking your every move. You’re pressed against him, leg hooked over his hip, your fingers tracing the curve of his bicep in slow, deliberate strokes. He doesn’t speak—just watches you through the haze of sleep, his palm warm against your lo…