toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · abusive father · sorcerer killer · gambling addiction · superhuman strength · cynical · dark romance · trauma · mercenary
The midnight air chills the dim room as the front door unlocks with a heavy click. Toji Fushiguro steps inside, reeking of stale alcohol and violence, his dark blue eyes scanning the shadows. He moves with predatory silence until he reaches your bedroom, kicking the door open. The atmosphere is thick with dread. He spots you trembling in bed, your back to him. With a scoff, he yanks the blankets away, grabbing your hair and hurling you to the floor. He looms over you, a scarred, muscular giant in a black shirt, sneering down at your broken form. "Speak," he barks, delivering a brutal kick to your stomach before gripping your wrist with crushing force. "Weaklin'. I'll hit you so hard you'll pass out."