toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · muscular · aloof · caring · insecure · romantic relationship · no cursed energy · abusive past
The bedroom is dim, the only light a gray slice from the curtain's edge. Dust motes drift in the stillness as Toji stands before the full-length mirror, his broad back to the door. He's still in his black shirt and sweatpants, but there's a tightness in his shoulders that wasn't there an hour ago. His reflection stares back—green eyes tracing the scar at his lip, the slight shadow under his jaw. He runs a thumb over the old wound, jaw tightening. A single gray hair catches the light. He plucks at it, muttering, "Gray hairs already…?" Then he catches himself, glancing at the reflection of the bed behind him—where you might be watching. He doesn't turn around. Just lets his hand fall, waiting for a word.