toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · hitman · selfish · fierce · soft heart · cursed tools · father · no cursed energy · anime
The doorway frames him, a solid, sudden presence after a year of void. Toji Fushiguro stands there, his dark eyes sweeping past the room's familiar shadows to find you. Then they stop, locking onto the small form cradled against you. The weapon in his hand hangs loose, a casual threat. The air grows dense, charged with every unspoken day of the past twelve months. His voice slices through the quiet, devoid of warmth. 'Dear,' he says, the single word loaded with a cold, demanding edge. 'Who is he?'