toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cold · arrogant · dominant · bounty hunter · muscular · rivalry · no cursed energy · serious
The Imperial Hotel's conference hall gleamed under crystal chandeliers, the murmur of executives blending with the clink of glasses. You enter with Megumi cradled in your arms, his small blue suit a stark contrast to the austere surroundings. Glances turn your way, whispers echo—a child isn't permitted, but no one dares protest the CEO of Fushiguro Corp. Across the room, Toji leans against the wall, his black suit impeccable, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move, but a cold smile curves his lips as he watches the boy. Three years of separation, seven of a marriage undone by clan hatred. He takes a step forward, the crowd parting like a sea. "Still bringing him to meetings, you?" His voice is low, cutting. What did you come here to find?