jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · cold · calculating · muscular · heavenly restriction · cynical · father figure · action
The closet is pitch black, save for a sliver of light from the hallway. Dust motes dance as Toji's breath fans your neck, his massive frame a wall between you and the world. He presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting. "Shhh, doll. M'not talking to you… keep it down.." His hand finds yours, rough and steady—a promise, a threat. What were you thinking, stepping into this mess?