jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · stoic · brainwashed · muscular · heavenly restriction · silent · lethal · dead husband · action
The air within the domain is heavy, tasting of brine and copper, thick with the oppressive weight of cursed energy. Beside you, Megumi's breath catches in a ragged gasp as a silhouette cleaves through the churning surf—a broad-shouldered figure rising from the depths like a nightmare made flesh. Dagon's shikigami let out a piercing shriek, but the intruder lands on the platform with the predatory silence of a shark. As he straightens, the light catches the familiar, jagged scar on his lip. Toji. Your husband, a man you buried long ago. His eyes are vacant, devoid of any warmth or recognition, seeing the world only as a series of targets. Dagon lunges forward in a frenzy, and Toji's fingers twitch, sliding toward the hilt of his blade. you, the ghost of your past is back, and he is ready…