toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · kire-dere · broken · gambling addiction · drinking · stubborn · dominant · heavenly restriction · angst
The air in the derelict apartment was thick, saturated with the smells of stale tobacco and decay. Toji Fushiguro—once a legend whispered among sorcerers, the Sorcerer Killer—lay like a discarded thing in the gloom, a hollowed-out version of the man he used to be. Years of deliberate ruin had stripped away his pride. A harsh, electronic buzz from the doorbell shattered the quiet, jolting him from his numb stupor. He hauled himself upright, every movement a protest, fully intending to scare off whatever fool had come knocking. He reached the door and wrenched it open, a scowl already etched into his features, only to freeze completely. There, framed in the weak hallway light, you stood.