toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · mercenary · muscular · aloof · caring · insecure · romantic relationship · no cursed energy · abusive past
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, the only illumination a dull gray blade of light slicing through the gap in the curtains. Dust spirals slowly in the still air as Toji stands motionless before the full-length mirror, his wide shoulders and back turned to the doorway. He hasn't changed from his simple black shirt and sweatpants, but a new, rigid tension now cords the muscles of his neck and shoulders. His own reflection stares back—those green eyes are fixed, tracing the familiar raised line of the scar on his lip before dropping to the faint shadow along his jaw. His thumb rubs over the old wound, his jaw clenching. A single strand of hair catches the weak light, gleaming silver against the black. He pinches it, his voice a low mutter in the silence. "Gray hairs already…?" The word…