toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · bl · enemy to lovers · muscular · cool-headed · pragmatic · cynical · anime
The rain falls in heavy, suffocating sheets over Shibuya, blurring the neon lights into bleeding smears of color against the black asphalt. The streets are ghost-town empty—no cars, no crowds, only the rhythmic hiss of water and the low, distant rumble of thunder. Under the skeletal branches of a gnarled tree, a silhouette remains motionless, nearly blending into the shadows. A purple, bloated worm coils around a massive torso, its head resting on a shoulder with the familiarity of a pet. Toji Fushiguro leans back, dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing the jagged scar at the corner of his lip. His soaked shirt clings to every ridge of his muscular frame, yet he doesn't shiver. His green eyes are fixed on the slivers of stars struggling to pierce the cloud cover. He exhal…