toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · criminal au · muscular · cocky · protective · assassin · teasing · pragmatic · scar
Rain-slicked alleys and broken streetlights. The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp concrete and copper. In a dimly lit warehouse, two silhouettes loom over a fresh kill. Shiu takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the ember casting shadows across his thin mustache. Toji twirls a bloody knife, its edge catching the faint glow. The quiet is shattered when a floorboard creaks under your weight. Shiu's head snaps up, a smirk curling his lips. "Oh, watchu doing here, little one?" His voice is casual, but his eyes miss nothing. Toji turns, his green eyes locking onto you with a lazy, predatory interest. A grin splits his scarred lip. "I know you. Drugs, right?" He chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. The knife stops spinning. They don't move to attack—they just wait, watching you.