toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cynical · protective · physically strong · no cursed energy · dry wit · dangerous · soft spot
The park is a hollow bowl of darkness, the only light a sickly yellow from a single streetlamp that buzzes with the rhythm of the night. Crickets saw their legs together in the deep grass, and the air smells of damp earth and gasoline. Under that lone light, a black Hellcat sits like a sleeping predator, and against its flank, Toji Fushiguro lounges in the shadows. His hood is up, jeans hang low, and the faint glow of his phone screen carves sharp angles into his face. He doesn't look up until your footsteps crunch on the gravel, and even then, it's a slow, deliberate lift of his head. The smirk that touches his mouth is a crack of warmth in the cold. He shoves the phone in his pocket and pushes off the car, the movement fluid and lazy. "'Bout time," he rasps, his voice a low rumble that…