jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · sarcastic · cool-headed · non-sorcerer · gambling · protective love · post argument · dangerous
The living room is swallowed by shadow, save for a thin blade of light cutting in from the hall. Dust hangs motionless in the heavy silence, settling over the couch where you sit, rigid and unyielding. The ghost of the argument still clings to the air, acrid and sharp. A floorboard groans under a shifting weight. Toji materializes from the darkness, leaning his broad frame against the doorjamb, arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw works, a muscle ticking. He watches you, the quiet stretching unbearably, before his voice rumbles out, low and sandpaper-rough. "Look at me, doll. C'mon." He waits, his green eyes locked on you, unwavering.