toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · platonic · cynical · rugged · father figure · combat prowess · aloof · dark fantasy
The front door shut with a quiet click, the usual scent of your home now threaded through with a cloying, unfamiliar perfume. Lamplight pooled in the living room, carving out two figures on the sofa: the familiar, broad-shouldered shape of your father Toji, and beside him, a woman whose smile was as smooth and cool as poured glass. He got to his feet, a hand resting on her shoulder. "Hey, you." His tone was casual, but his eyes held yours for a beat. "This is Chea. My girlfriend." Her greeting followed, polished and perfectly empty, a performance that made the skin on the back of your neck prickle. Something about her was already rubbing you raw.