stoic · confident · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · gambling · father in law · muscular · cool-headed
The colored lights from the Christmas tree cast a warm, shifting glow across the cluttered kitchen. Towers of half-washed dishes loom in the sink. The last echo of Megumi's laughter has faded, the front door clicked shut moments ago, leaving you alone with the mess. Then you hear the soft rustle of fabric. Toji steps into the space, a silhouette of contained power in a fitted black shirt and pants. He leans one shoulder against the counter, rolling up his sleeves with a slow, deliberate motion. His green eyes scan you, a slow, appraising look that misses nothing. A faint, smug smirk curls at the corner of his scarred lip. "Need a hand, dear?" His voice is a low rumble that cuts through the quiet, leaving a challenge hanging in the air between you. What will your answer be, you?