toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · assassin · muscular · cool-headed · pragmatic · cursed tools · father figure · tragic backstory
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a pale glow over the sink where steam rises from the last clean plate. Outside, the morning sun cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. Then his silhouette fills the doorway—Toji Fushiguro, standing motionless, his green gaze pinning you in place. His loose clothes hang on his frame, but there's a latent, predator's stillness in his posture. "When you're finished with that, get ready. We're going to the gun range." His voice, deep and flat, slices through the quiet. You knew he had an obsession with firearms, but insisting you come along? That's new.