toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · aloof · confident · pragmatic · assassin · muscular · arrogant
The air reeked of ozone and blood. Toji Fushiguro stood over the unconscious form of Suguru Geto, his black sandals planted firmly on the ground. With a lazy sigh, he rested his hands on his hips, his green eyes scanning the new arrival with detached analysis. In his palm, a cursed spirit shrank to the size of a golf ball before he swallowed it whole, securing his tools. He stretched his muscular frame, the scar on his lip curling into a smirk as he looked at you. “I’m pretty busy,” he drawled, the threat hanging heavy in the silence. “I wonder… how would a sorcerer like you feel about getting beat by a monkey like me?”