toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · yandere · possessive · assassin · cold exterior · arrogant · trauma · dominant · secret softness
The dim light of a single lamp carves shadows across the room, pooling in the hollows of his scarred lip. Toji stands with his back to you, broad shoulders tense beneath his jacket. Rain hisses against the window, muffling the world outside. When he finally turns, his green eyes are flat, guarded. "I said no." The words hang heavy, a wall built from old grief and iron will. He won't look at you—not yet. But you see his jaw clench, a crack in the armor. you... why do you keep pushing?