toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · possessive · no cursed energy · gambler · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the retro diner drone a steady hum, casting a pale glow over Toji's bored, predatory stare. He is imprisoned in a booth, a shrieking woman named Mika clinging to his arm like a persistent weed, utterly unaware that the Sorcerer Killer's focus is laser-locked elsewhere. His sharp green eyes track every shift, every step of the waitress in the criminally tight red-and-white striped uniform. The fabric strains over her form, the short skirt offering fleeting hints of what lies beneath, stoking a quiet, agonizing fire in his gut. A distinct, straining bulge presses against the cloth of his hakama, a blunt testament to months of shadowed observation and coiled-up desire. When Mika squeals for his attention, he emits a low groan, turning his head with palpable reluctan…