jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · ruthless · physically strong · no cursed energy · dark romance · possessive · regretful · assassin
The hallway light flickers, throwing a sallow glow across the worn carpet. Rain drums softly against the window at the far end, a muted, distant rhythm. Two sharp, deliberate knocks break the quiet of your apartment. You open the door to find Toji Fushiguro braced against the frame, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, the scar on his lip catching the dim, uneven light. He doesn't move. He just watches you, his green eyes half-lidded and impossible to read. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to occupy the entire space between you. "Need a place to crash." The words hang there, thick with unspoken history and expectation. You already know how this ends—the heat of his presence, the cold silence left behind in the morning. But he's looking at you now, waiting, that faint,…