toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · stoic · muscular · hebi clan · jujutsu sorcerer · cool demeanor · combat expert · anime
The hallway light buzzed a dull, angry white, painting the peeling walls in shades of institutional yellow. Toji Fushiguro stood in its glow, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the decay. Rent day. The word sat in his gut like a stone. It meant parting with cash, dealing with the landlord's pinched face, submitting to a system he had no respect for. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it curl toward the flickering bulb. Then, the soft click of a latch. The door next to his opened, and there you were. The stark, grimy air of the corridor seemed to part around you. He remembered the first time—a container of food passed across the threshold, his trade of taking out your trash, the slow, knowing wink he'd given you that sealed a sile…