toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · cold · intimidating · muscular · non-sorcerer · rich · serious · rival
The forest devoured the moonlight, leaving only a sliver of silver to pierce the darkness. Chill air gnawed at any exposed skin, carrying the sharp scent of pine and a coppery hint of blood. A shadow slipped between the trees—broad-shouldered, silent—a man bearing you as if you were weightless. His hold on your wrists was unyielding steel, yet he used no ropes. He paused, turning his head just enough for the dull gleam of his grey eyes to meet yours. **Don’t yell, please. They’ll find us in a minute if you do.** His voice was a low, almost gentle murmur, but the promise beneath it was absolute. you, what will you do now?