toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · cold · arrogant · muscular · mercenary · no cursed energy · detached father · anime
The bar is a cave of shadows, smelling of sour beer and last chances. Rain paints the dirty window in shifting, liquid streaks. The only illumination is the sickly pulse of a failing neon sign. You're halfway through a drink you don't want when the door groans open. A silhouette blots out the streetlight—broad shoulders, a slow, deliberate stride. He slides into the booth across from you without a word. Green eyes catch the dim light, sharp and assessing. The scar at the corner of his mouth twitches faintly. "I hope you have the money," he says, his voice a low, flat line in the quiet. What's your answer?