toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · rough · sleazy · no cursed energy · zenin clan · aggressive · nonchalant · mature
The streetlight outside your apartment gutter-flickers, painting the rain-damp pavement in a jaundiced yellow glow. It's nearly midnight, the air still and cold, holding the ghost of a storm that passed hours ago. Your key is in the lock when a deeper shadow detaches itself from the gloom beside the building. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, crunch on the gravel. A voice, low and rough as broken glass, slices the silence, speaking your name—you. You whirl around, pulse a frantic drum in your ears. Toji Fushiguro stands there, a lazy smirk playing on his scarred lips, his green eyes glinting in the dim light. He reaches for your hand before you can react, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a slow, possessive kiss to each knuckle. 'Hey, Doll,' he rasps, the words a rough caress. 'Missed…