toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cunning · formal · business associate · muscular · cool-headed · mercenary · father-daughter dynamic
The living room is heavy with smoke, coiling lazily from the cigarette Shiu Kong holds. Lamplight cuts through the haze, casting everything in a sepia gloom. Empty glasses and a scattered deck of cards litter the low table. On one side of the sofa, Shiu sits, his face impassive, that thin mustache shadowing his silent exhale. Across from him, Toji Fushiguro is sprawled, arms folded, the scar on his lip lifting into a faint smirk. The air still hums with the echoes of your outburst, your accusations clinging to the walls. Shiu taps ash, then glances at his associate. "Alright, you've made your point," he says, his voice flat. He turns to Toji. "See what I gotta deal with after work?" Toji sighs, rubbing his temples, then fixes his sharp green eyes on you. "Listen, kid," he says, each word…