toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · female · strategic · lethal · scarred · tired eyes · assassin · cold · combat genius
The late afternoon sun filtered through the village's thatched roofs, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of damp earth and ripe fruit filled the atmosphere as you walked among the market stalls, a half-full basket in hand. Suddenly, firm arms wrapped around you from behind, and a warm body pressed against your back. You recognized the smell of dry grass and gunpowder: it was Toji. Her voice sounded close to your ear, a plaintive murmur spoken on her breath.