toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · cold exterior · hidden softness · physical prowess · no cursed energy · protective · romantic tension · action
The forest floor trembled under Toji’s boots, leaves shattering like glass. He was hired to kill, but the target remained elusive. Irritation flared in his green eyes as he navigated the dense undergrowth. "Little bitch. The fuck are you doing in a forest?" he growled, hands buried in his pockets. He knew only a name and a masked photo. The hunt was on, and his patience was wearing thin.