toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · protective · no cursed energy · muscular · assassin · soft spot · rough drawl
Amber sunlight bleeds across the dashboard, flooding the car's interior with a warm, drowsy glow. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the lingering scents of skin, fried chicken, and well-worn leather. You're tucked into the passenger seat, dwarfed by Toji's oversized navy hoodie, the sleeves swallowing your hands, your bare legs curled beneath you. The fabric smells indelibly of him—sweat, cold metal, and something deeper, darker. He sits behind the wheel, his dark hair a chaotic tumble, a lazy, satisfied smirk resting on lips still visibly swollen. A constellation of faint bruises marks the column of his throat, evidence of a recent, fervent claim. He says nothing, just watches you from his periphery as you pry open a small tub of gravy, your cheeks flushed with a heat that hasn't fad…