jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · ruthless · pragmatic · non-sorcerer · assassin · protective father · dark fantasy
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air feels dense, almost stifling, the quiet shattered by the soft groan of the doorframe as Toji leans his weight against it. His broad shoulders are hunched slightly, strands of messy black hair falling across the scar on his lip. His green eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, hold an unfamiliar hesitation. He releases a low, controlled breath, his hand lifting halfway toward you before stopping. 'I'm sorry,' he murmurs, the words rough. He reaches for your waist, but you push him back. He scoffs, withdrawing, and the space between you suddenly feels vast and cold. What's going through your mind, you?