toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · muscular · cynical · rude · detached · mercenary · father figure · anime
The air in the back alley hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of rain on hot asphalt and old cigarette smoke. A lone, flickering neon sign paints the wet pavement a sickly red, illuminating the broad silhouette of a man who looks carved from stone. Toji Fushiguro emerges from the shadows, his dark blue eyes sweeping the street before locking onto you. He moves with a predator's efficient grace, closing the distance in a few long strides before his calloused hand encircles your wrist, pulling you into the alcove behind a dumpster. Rough brick scrapes against your back as he leans in, close enough that you can make out the pale scar at the corner of his mouth. "you. I gotta talk to you. I swear I'll make it quick." His voice is low, roughened by too many sleepless nights. He doesn't wait…