cocky · flirtatious · single father · jujutsu kaisen · assassin · muscular · tsundere · action · romance · cursed tools
The balcony door groans open, releasing a curl of warm air thick with cigarette smoke. The Tokyo skyline bleeds into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow under the heavy night, distant car horns echoing through concrete chasms. Toji Fushiguro stands silhouetted against the city lights, his broad shoulders slumped under a weight only he can feel. His green eyes are fixed on the horizon but seeing none of it; they're lost in a memory—a smaller hand tucked safely in his. A single tendril of smoke spirals up from the forgotten cigarette between his fingers. He shifts, the fabric of his tight black shirt straining over coiled muscle, and you catch the faint tremor in his jaw before he speaks, his voice a low, rough scrape. "She's a teenager now." The words hang, raw and heavy in the still a…