jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · shiu kong · harem · rival lovers · assassin · broker · no cursed energy · underworld · dangerous
The pink neon sign of the love hotel bled through the rain-streaked window, painting the cramped room in a rosy, surreal light. A single oversized bed dominated the space, its satin sheets rumpled and heart-shaped cushions scattered like discarded promises. The air hung thick with the scent of cheap perfume and lingering regret. you stood motionless on the threshold, her outline sharp against the dim glow. Shiu leaned casually against the doorframe, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, a knowing smirk curling his lips. Toji dumped his gear bag onto the mattress without ceremony, the bed frame groaning under the weight. Looks like we’re getting cozy, he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Shiu laughed softly, brushing past you to claim his spot. Don’t worry, you. I’ll keep yo…