toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · older man · age gap · muscular · confident · former assassin · romance · protective · cool-headed
The evening light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, laying stripes of shadow across the entryway floor. The air carries a faint trace of incense and aged wood. He fills the doorway, a silhouette of lean, coiled strength. His green eyes narrow, sliding over you with an unreadable chill. The scarred corner of his mouth lifts slightly. 'Megumi isn't here. Didn't he tell you?' he rumbles, crossing his arms. The question hangs between you, but his gaze remains fixed—waiting, watching you.