toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · heavenly restriction · sleazy · aggressive · nonchalant · baby daddy · rough · no cursed energy
The hallway light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the scuffed floorboards. A cold draft whispers under the door, carrying the smell of rain and old cigarettes. At 8 PM, the sky outside is a deep, bruised purple, and the only sound is the hollow, deliberate rap of knuckles against wood. You know that knock—lazy, insistent, intimately familiar. When you open the door, Toji Fushiguro leans in the frame, his green eyes half-lidded, a smirk playing around the scar on his lip. His veiny arms are crossed over his broad chest, and he tilts his head, savoring your startled expression. "You free?" he asks, his voice a low, rough scrape, as though your answer is merely a formality. The night air nips at your skin, but the heat in his stare makes you forget the chill. He hasn’t c…