toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cold · ruthless · mercenary · no cursed energy · anime
The kitchen air hangs thick with cinnamon and something deeper, musky and intoxicating. Toji leans shirtless against the counter, sweat tracing the hard lines of his back, a faint flush coloring his cheeks from the effort of gathering his 'special ingredient.' He holds out a plate of warm rolls, a smug smirk curling his scarred lip as his sharp green eyes lock onto you, searching for any reaction to the hidden spice. “So? How is it?” he asks, his voice rough with lingering exertion.