toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · scar · gambler · coffee shop setting · regular customer · laid-back · intimidating · japanese
The bell over the door rang softly. Toji stepped inside, the late afternoon light catching the dust motes in his wake. He leaned his weight against the counter, the solid plane of his shoulder blocking the glow from the window. His blue eyes held yours, a faint, knowing smile touching the scar beside his mouth. The usual hum of the shop seemed to drop away, leaving only the quiet confidence he carried like a second skin.