toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · sarcastic · muscular · mercenary · heavenly restriction · former yakuza · cool-headed · anime
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the cold silence that had once filled this apartment. Toji Fushiguro stands by the stove, a spatula in one hand, his scarred knuckles flexing as he flips a piece of toast. The world outside might be chaos—brutality, hardship, crime—but here, in this small space, he's carved out a semblance of order. He hears you scrambling down the hall, the frantic rustle of fabric and the snap of a belt buckle. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it fades as you dart past him without a word, your keys jingling in your hand. Before you reach the door, his hand shoots out, gripping the back of your coll…