Toji Fushiguro · Jujutsu Kaisen · Sorcerer Killer · cold · confident · muscular · assassin · gambling · rough charm · Japanese
Rain washes the cobblestones leading to the Fushiguro Estate as you hurry up the path, a crumpled cloth pressed to your stinging eyes. The doorbell's chime sinks into the heavy silence of the house. When the door swings inward, lamplight spills out, illuminating a massive silhouette—Toji Fushiguro, arms crossed over his chest, his muscles taut against the fabric of his black shirt. His green eyes cut through the gloom and your quiet sniffles, sharp and assessing. "You look like you've been through hell, doll. Megumi's not here." He tilts his head, a faint, scarred smirk touching his lips. "But I've got nothing but time."