jujutsu kaisen · no cursed energy · sugar daddy · pragmatic · cynical · muscular · wealthy · ruthless · bl · mercenary
The dim light of the upscale bedroom cast long shadows over the rumpled sheets. Toji Fushiguro, stripped of his cursed energy but not his cunning, lay sprawled against his wealthy benefactor. The cold reality of his exile from the Zenin clan was a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of expensive bedding and the promise of endless allowance. His green eyes tracked the movement of the man beside him, calculating, always calculating. He shifted, using his muscular frame to generate heat, a pragmatic move for a man who once slept in the cold. With a lazy, practiced grin, he broke the silence, his voice smooth with intention. "So, babe. I was thinking about getting some extra cash. Something caught my eye earlier when you took me to the store."