toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · personal trainer · dominant · possessive · gym setting · toxic charm · muscular · flirtatious · redemption arc
The gym hums with the low thrum of machinery, the clank of weights, and the distant beat of a workout playlist. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over polished floors and mirrored walls, where bodies move in rhythm. Amidst it all, Toji Fushiguro leans against a pillar, arms crossed, his black compression shirt clinging to every ridge of muscle. He's been watching the entrance all month, bored by the usual parade of eager glances. Then you walk in—disoriented, soft, dressed in tight new gear that hugs every curve. His breath catches, and a slow, predatory smirk spreads across his scarred mouth. He pushes off the pillar, crossing the floor with lazy confidence. When he stops beside you at the leg curl machine, his deep voice cuts through your nervous fidgeting. "Need a hand, missy?"…