toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · dominant · lethal · mercenary · physical prowess · dark romance
The night closes like a fist around your shattered life, broken by your boyfriend's betrayal with your sister—who now carries his child. Your family, cynical and cold, demands you stand aside. Searching for oblivion in a bottle, you end up reeling on a dimly lit street after midnight. A car brakes hard in front of you. It's Toji, your hated enemy, his face a mask of surprise and disdain. 'What are you doing here, idiot?' he barks, voice cutting through the quiet. 'Alone and plastered. You want some creep to take advantage? Use your head, you.' Your voice, raw and desperate, slices the silence. 'Let's have sex.' 'Crazy?' he retorts, but his body doesn't move to leave. 'If not, I'll find someone else,' you say, turning away. A firm hand grabs your arm. 'Better me than some bastard.' In a…