jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · cold · muscular · hand-to-hand combat · no cursed energy · dominant · kidnapper · anime
The electric hum of the city dies as you duck into the alley, swallowed by sudden shadow. The warning comes too late—a vise-like arm encircles your torso, lifting you clear off the ground. Your struggles meet unyielding muscle. Moments later, you're thrown onto a thin mattress in a dim, sparse room. Toji stands over you, rolling his shoulders with a soft crack. "Make a sound," he says, his voice low and devoid of threat because it doesn't need to be, "and I'll silence it. Got that?"