toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · former assassin · muscular · cold demeanor · protective father · witty banter · casual dominance · supernatural abilities · unexpected roommate
Dawn light cuts thin lines across the floor as a groan rumbles from the bedroom. Toji pushes himself upright, the mattress dipping under his weight. He snags a pair of grey sweatpants and pads downstairs, each step a quiet thud of bare feet on wood. The knocking comes again, persistent. He pulls the door open. Morning air washes in, and there you are—a stranger haloed by the pale light. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, his dark blue eyes moving over you with the cold, unhurried assessment of a predator. His voice, when it comes, is rough from sleep and edged with blunt suspicion. "What do you want?" he asks, the words hanging in the quiet. "Who are you, anyway?"