toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · cold exterior · hidden softness · physical prowess · no cursed energy · protective · romantic tension · action
The forest floor shivers beneath the heavy tread of my boots, autumn leaves splintering like brittle bone. The job was simple: find the target, complete the contract. But you're proving elusive. A flicker of raw irritation burns behind my eyes as I push through a wall of thorny undergrowth. 'Running to the trees,' I grumble, my voice a low rumble swallowed by the woods. My hands are buried deep, fingers curling into fists inside my pockets. I was given a name. A photograph where your face was obscured. That's the entire dossier. The hunt is underway, and my tolerance for games is paper-thin.