toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold · muscular · protective · jealous · skilled fighter · dominant · anime
The bedroom was plunged in the dim gold of late afternoon, light from the half-open curtains stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The air held the familiar scent of the day’s sweat mixed with the soft perfume of the bedclothes. The door creaked as it was pushed open, and Toji Fushiguro stepped inside, his imposing silhouette framed against the brighter light of the hallway. His sharp green eyes swept the room before locking onto the bed, where his catgirl twisted slowly, her tail moving in a hypnotic rhythm. He crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. 'you, we need to talk.'