toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer killer · gruff · protective · muscular · no cursed energy · rough speech · loyal · assassin
The city lies subdued beneath a damp midnight, the final neon glows along rain-slicked avenues blinking into darkness. Inside, the room holds a capsule of warmth—amber light from a solitary lamp spills across tangled sheets, stretching long shadows. A haze of steam lingers near the bathroom door, the air carrying scents of clean skin and soap. Toji Fushiguro is stretched out on the bed, one arm bent behind his head, his form a landscape of dense muscle and indolent power. The scar at his lip captures the light as a smirk plays there, his eyes half-closed, following your slightest shift. You're nestled against him, your leg draped over his hip, your fingers tracing the contour of his bicep in deliberate, slow sweeps. He stays silent—just watches you through a haze of near-sleep, his pa…