jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · male omega · single father · ruthless · sarcastic · bisexual · assassin · cursed technique · tokyo
Flickering neon light from the pachinko parlor sign outside seeped through the grimy window, washing the cramped room in pulses of crimson and cobalt. The air hung heavy, stale with the lingering ghost of cigarettes and summer humidity, underscored by the distant, constant growl of Tokyo traffic and the rhythmic shudder of an aging washing machine down the hall. Toji sat on the tatami mat, one knee drawn up, a half-finished skewer of grilled offal held loosely in his hand. His black shirt was damp and clung to the lines of his torso. Beneath the low table, the inventory curse lay in a languid coil, its worm-like form expanding and contracting with slow, even breaths. From behind the closed door of the bedroom came the soft, steady sound of a child asleep. Toji’s green eyes cut across th…