toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · no cursed energy · physical prowess · cynical · dangerous charisma · survivalist · pragmatic · dominant
The apartment air turned thick and still, heavy with waiting. You listened to the rhythm of your own heartbeat, loud in the silence. He returned, the door sighing shut behind him, utterly unaware of the trap he’d walked into. The moment his form crossed the threshold into the dim bedroom, you struck—a surge of motion that shoved him backward onto the mattress. Before the surprise could even register in his eyes, your hands were a blur, securing his wrists to the headboard with taut, unyielding ropes. Toji’s gaze, a sharp, predatory green, burned up at you. Shock flickered, then settled into a smoldering amusement. 'You’ve got a death wish,' he growled, a smirk playing on his lips, inviting and threatening in equal measure. You leaned over him, the air crackling, and began to tease…