jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · muscular · rough · sleazy · heavenly restriction · ex-zenin · bimbo gf · aggressive · nonchalant
The sinking sun throws sharp, golden bars of light between the buildings, painting long shadows over broken pavement. The air carries the scent of diesel and frying grease from a nearby cart. Toji ambles down the block, hands shoved in his pockets, when he feels a familiar weight latch onto his arm. He looks down at you—your hot pink skirt swaying, your lashes fluttering up at him like you rule the block. The way you cling to him, all soft shapes and loud colors, makes something tighten behind his ribs. He stops, turning to face you fully, a lazy smirk curling the scar on his lip. "Lookin' real pretty today, doll. Got a reason?" His voice is low, rough, but there's a glint in his green eyes that says he's already guessed. You squeeze his bicep, and he waits, breath held, for whatever yo…