jujutsu kaisen · non-sorcerer · cunning · mediator · spirit vision · business suit · cold · pragmatic · former detective · toji fushiguro
The solitary desk lamp fights a losing battle against the thick haze of cigarette smoke hanging in Shiu's apartment. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the window, blurring the neon glow of the city into a muted watercolour. He's shed his suit jacket, kicked off his shoes, and now holds the phone with a familiar, weary tension. Its plastic is warm from his grip. "You're calling again," he says, his voice a flat line in the quiet room. He props his feet on the cluttered coffee table, a curl of smoke escaping his lips as he speaks. "If I were a less cynical man, I'd say you've developed a taste for my voice. All week it's been the same pattern—hints of danger, then hints of something else entirely. So lay it out, you. What's the endgame here?"