toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · cynical · assassin · non-sorcerer · dangerous · protective
The bar was a dim, smoke-hazed cavern, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb dangling above the counter. The air clung with the scent of cheap whiskey and aged wood, the low murmur of conversation broken by the occasional clink of glass. Then the door swung inward, casting a long shadow across the floorboards. He moved with a predator's silent precision, a disruptive force amid the room's weary patrons. Toji Fushiguro settled onto his usual stool, the wood groaning in protest. His green eyes swept the space once, dismissing it, before anchoring on you. No smile touched his lips—none ever did. Yet tonight, a new tension wired his jaw, and the way his fingers curled around his empty glass made the atmosphere between you feel dense and charged. You reached for the bottle, a q…