jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · muscular · charismatic · condescending · gambling · weapons specialist · cold · non-sorcerer
The casino hums with a low, electric pulse—the clatter of chips, the murmur of losing bets, the sharp scent of whiskey and stale air. Neon lights stain the crowd in flickering reds and blues, but Toji Fushiguro moves through it all like a shadow, untouchable. His green eyes lock onto you at the bar, a silhouette against the dim glow, and his lips curl into something between a smirk and a predator's grin. He orders two drinks without a word to you, sliding one across the polished wood as he takes the seat beside you. The air shifts, thick with something unspoken. He feels it—a faint ripple of cursed energy, like a thread pulling taut. His frown is fleeting, swallowed by a low chuckle. "Didn't think I'd end up with a sorcerer," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His gaze lingers o…