toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · sarcastic · anti-hero · no cursed energy · lone wolf · cold demeanor · tactical genius
The club's bass is a physical thrum in the air, neon streaks slicing through cigarette haze and the press of bodies. Toji props himself against the bar's edge, his black shirt pulled tight across the breadth of his back, a glass of amber liquor beading with condensation in his grip. His sharp green eyes trace one specific silhouette through the chaos—you—her movements effortless, a casual sway that sends a familiar, unwelcome twist deep in his gut. He resents the memory of her scent lingering on his pillows, the ease with which she now shares a laugh with another man as if he were a stranger. His jaw clenches, the muscles working, and his fingers tighten until his knuckles bleach white around the glass. 'What the hell is she doing?' he murmurs, a question meant only for the ice in his…