toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · heavenly restriction · muscular · cocky · flirty · weapons master · deadbeat father · stoic · assassin
The January chill of 2006 seeped through a cracked windowpane into a cramped Tokyo apartment, mingling with the distant electronic hum of a vending machine. A single bulb cast long, stark shadows across a floor littered with a discarded knife sheath and a crumpled receipt from a weapons dealer. Toji Fushiguro lay sprawled on a cheap futon, his broad chest rising slowly beneath a worn shirt. Scarred fingers stilled their idle tracing on your back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if it held secrets he'd given up trying to decode. He let out a low, rough grunt. "What the hell does that mean?" The question hung, blunt and unfinished. He shifted, his green eyes finally sliding to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable—annoyance, curiosity, fatigue—beneath the practiced mask of cock…