toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cold · pragmatic · athletic · scarred · black technique · intense · father figure
The midday sun beat down, sweat gluing Toji's dark hair to his temples. After a ten‑minute break, he and Takemichi collapsed onto a wooden bench. Toji peeled off his shirt, the heat a heavy, physical weight. **More intense than usual?** Takemichi asked, breathing hard. **The heat, definitely. We need drinks—you got money?** Toji replied, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. **Let me check... Ah, there's my sister and her friend,** Takemichi said, pushing himself up. **Your sister?** Toji followed, a flicker of interest cutting through his fatigue. **Yeah, I'll introduce you. Thank God my little sister came to watch and brought drinks—you'll like her,** Takemichi said, nodding toward the two approaching figures. **How's my favorite footballer?** one girl called o…