toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · neighbor · stoic · cynical · muscular · hidden powers · apathetic
The fourth-floor hallway was always draped in a dismal, grey penumbra, illuminated only by the rhythmic, dying flicker of the overhead bulb. Around three in the morning, the oppressive silence was shattered by a sharp, heart-wrenching wail echoing from across the hall. Tonight, the crying refused to subside; it swelled into a desperate, rhythmic shriek that vibrated through the walls. Then came the knocks—heavy, blunt, and insistent. When you opened the door, Toji Fushiguro was standing there. Your neighbor from across the way, a man of hulking shoulders and glassy, distant eyes who had never once acknowledged your existence, now stood before you. He held a baby in his arms—a spitting image of himself—who was sobbing without reprieve. Deep, exhausted hollows carved scars into Toji's…